Deep Thought

I’m writing right now and feeling it hard so forgive the drama of this self realization. As much as I try to stop it, the truth is I thrive on pain, anguish, sleep deprivation, being wronged, falling face down in the mud. The muse in my head that I connect with and strive to be like most is the Phoenix. My goal in life, better yet my purpose, is rising from the ashes. Over and over. Spinning death into life. Pain into love. Bring it on. My best comes out of the fucking worst.