travel with your fearś

i am glad

you made the decision to travel with

your fears, knowing it will unrobe itself

from your skin, when your hand

is fastened to the tools

of thy endeavors.

whoever waits anxiously for the

perfect weather,

to invite him, serenaded by dramatic chants of

a choir of a million angels,

before he sets out on an adventure —

that man. he’s a great friend of the unfulfilled

dead, and an enemy of the good life.

c: google inage

I roll my sleev…

I roll my sleeves for so many reasons but fighting is not one of them