You can feel it on the top of your head, each hair follicle.
Tingle, the sense of feeling and the sense of feeling receding.
It’s the most bizarre thing.
What is happening inside of your brain?
Your belly?
Your testicles?
Weird man… You feel weird.
And scared and uncomfortable..
Chemicals control everything inside, every synapse, every impulse… You’re a bucket of chemicals…
Shit feels weird.
And it’s your job to hold down your job.
It’s up to you to turn the screws 🪛
That’s on you, punk…
Every cell inside wishes you would have stayed in bed with the orange cat 🐈
Where it’s peaceful.
Where it’s simple…
(tsk tsk…)
Right.
That’s not what soldiers do.
Not what a tough motherfucker does.
A tough one shows up.
Puts the effort, gets the paper.
Round and round we go..
Do whatcha gotta.
You’ve got to.
Gotta fight.
Fight em off.
Fight.
Fight
Fight.
dawn 