Raise Your Weapon

I rise early to the possibilities held in the birth of a new day. Stresses are implemented through learning and challenge, building the need to let go, to vent. Upon return home, I sit at my station, and raise my weapon. I release my mind, my angst bleeding across the pages, holding my focus. Upon my return to reality, I examine my creation, take it in both hands, and tear it to pieces. Tomorrow will be new, and Today can hurt no more.

(c)Me
Model: Me