They’re violent, aren’t they? They’re violent, sexy, and loud. Those chaotic thoughts we have, teasing us, taunting us, tempting us to do worse. Do you listen? Do you listen to those destructive thoughts? The little weasels that make it into our deepest mental recesses, to jeer and jive about the pretty things. They know our weaknesses. They know our interests, our passions, our darkest depravities.

But we must do better. We must face the insecurities that weaken us, own up to our haves and have-nots, and get them back with our own sass. Because there’s more to life than ones and zeros. It’s our will to go beyond our bounds and barriers, that makes us truly human.

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I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see
I couldn’t wonder “who is me”
So here I’m standing, on my own
A solitary saxophone