alive - sep 16th, 2013
I am alive. I am screaming in streets of sound, balling my fists, pumping my arms – pushing shoving agitating – participating. Stirring it up, I am a spoon scraping the sides, rasping relentless, testing limits, pounding on walls until they rumble and shake. I will not stop. I did not ask for it, but as long as I am here, I will remain alive.