hope is what disarms the bomb

There are moments of clarity daily. They open me up with a breath and keep me calm. They feed me the answers. And they hold me lovingly. They are gospelstitches. My childish ass has got to let them heal. This fued I'm having with myself isn't even original. But goddamn it is thick and rooted.

Here's to today, slowing down, suspending judgement, and breaststrokes through chaos.