Previously on ready to die.

Waves pounding chest to speak out loud or/and to breath deeper than thought could be told by an amused observer.
Mind your business, business your mind.
We shall find, Wikipedia terminology for African roots and one lost foot in a volcano’s mouth erupting, it looks vital from afar.
Across common sense and stardust misconceptions.
Epictetus shrugged and said not a single word in birds’ langauge, suitable for a chaotic salty tea in landlocked Central Asia, and wondered what waves meant to sea.
Ghengis Khan snorkeling in frozen lakes, In Search of Lost Time.

My plate, fork & knife, are educated.
Napkin was an insurance.
Churchill licked tapping fingers after a bullet through pocket-proof Rosevelt wrote notes of death in the river of doubt.
And carried on, and carried on.
With living, despite a sorrow jungle tangling vines on the other dancing foot.

Loyalty is pricesless, I shall be first to stand firm.
Through these streams of drought I will be drinking. Cheering for difficult times for they have sprouted essential wisdom to learn how to live and stop gaslighting an increasing shadow.
New found lands in arctic circles I shall be a source of warmth.
I approach, I know you’re far, way too far for me. But of course, I did approach.
But I still, carry away.
My destiny, to fix broken wings.
Stored miles in…