Truth spilling out like salt
Fire in my guts
But stiff legs keep me from flight
Holding on to the happy remnants of the past and trying to trash the rest
Punch a clock, pay the bills
Vacation
Return to stress
Gnawing at thoughts, eating skin
Deep breathing, deep sea of relaxation
Oils, candles, scents, and bath creams
All amounts to the same thing
Struggle
sealed in ink 