clearing my head and my heart, everything is magic and everything hurts. i have set myself up for defeat in ways i could have never apprehended.

the fallout is mine to have, and i claim it with my whole heart. there is nothing as graceful as having the courage to contend with your own debauchery.

perhaps my mistakes were meant to be, chiseled in gold and left for the swallowing.

my spirit comes alive in the flames, Hesita, herself, not even the waves could put the fire out.