I am not part of the world, I am it’s teeth. I die every day consuming like a storm, every truth, I take it into my soul like knives. Taking me. Take me wasted like forever’s yesterday. But I never kept bodies like gifts anyway. I chewed its marrow and fell in love with its broken heart. Like sleeping at the foot of a volcano that said over and over “there is no hope for you”. I fight. I fight Everything.. I fight myself. I fight the world. I consume fire like milk, I pull and press and love and burn… I burn to exist and suffer till its end finds me. And I will greet it’s beautiful song like a river coming home.