Goodmorning, Glory (aside)

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I see all of this as a figment of calamity, a misused rhetoric modeled to keep us in a cycle of chuckle and tears. I have wondered where can my mind go, if I exceed the minimal pressures of everyday dialogue + belief. I don’t know, where the next hour holds its intentions or where it wishes to navigate my pride. But I do, think you’re a poignant smell of what I need to sensually concede, so I will bear the demons, the insecurities because under it all, lies a spiritual growth. I’m breathing. Thank you forever, and more. (EXITS STAGE LEFT)