And you better watch out for morning because I wake up with a vengeance. Lately, I’ve been stretching my arms out for anyone who needs me- and even though I love the burn it still hurts sometimes. Maybe I eat up the need to be needed but I need to rest my mind for a while. Every warning sign is glaring through me and I close my eyes and dance around in the flames. I let the smoke fill my lungs and smile with embers stuck between my teeth. And if I make it to the finish line in which I call peace- I’ll finally be brave and let go. I’ll spare myself the idea that I ever needed to make sense of it all and decide to give myself grace. It’ll feel like eating cake off the fine china just for fun. Celebrating for the thrill of it. Screaming at the moon with the wolves and stop fearing when they’ll bite back. Throwing gas at the fire and letting myself rise above it like I own the fucking sky. Knowing it’s meant for me. Owning the thought even if my mind tries to twist it. Pulling my limbs inward and let the healed parts stay healed. -AMT ©️