Salt & Vinegar


Some days, I am
All right. These are days the sun shines brightest. Other days I
Lie to myself. Most days, I find myself in a
Tug of war between both.

And then there are days when I crash into myself—when every fiber of my

Very being runs high on its own emotions
Insisting to be let out. There are days when I
Need to let them. On some days, I glow like the sun itself—my sunshine filled with
Ecstasy of the purest kind,
Galvanized with glee. Other days, I radiate out of
Anger; burning everything in my path. It doesn’t happen much. I don’t let it. Other days, I just need to
Rest.

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