Lay your hands on me
In the grouting of routine you can feel all those things you haven't quite dealt with build up, all those things that have always been an exercise in patience. There's that term again, a lesson from my cat eternally foretold.
If anything I chose myself today, I've gotten so much better at that. A handspring, something the human body was never designed for, something I've near perfected in the course of two weeks. Self advocacy, in the same breath, is something my mind was never designed for, but self worth continues to persist anyway.
Booked new tattoos, the kind that aren't so much carved into your skin but carved from it. Like they were always there just waiting under a layer of skin and hair. The first thing anyone ever told me about the whale scratched into the back of my head, just waiting for the fall...
Man my whale fall is going to be something of beauty... Anyway Kinznaiver fucking SUCKS!!!