shaking honey

Prodding pieces of my sunken brain with splintered bits of knowledge. I took three thick doses of passion, each from different labled bottles; Into the Wild, We are the Radio, and To Build a Fire. Thrice the rage of blood flowing from mind to heart, thrice the hard pleasure, and thrice the nightmares that ravaged my brain by sleep during lit hours. My dancing hope’s soul breathes these ideas, the combination of thrusting movement, potent talk, ceaseless interpretations, and hormones. It keeps my mind floating far above this heavy bulk on my shoulders. I’m about to soar, as soon as I cut this fray string…


-B.Krutz