A bit of an extended collection of poems written from December 2017 to June 2018. I got pretty badly injured in the later part of 2017 and so for five months I was separated from my true passion: riding a skateboard. Without that physical release, my insides got a bit stagnant and gross. Trying to deal with the whole existing thing while removed from my means of fulfillment, very tough but doable. I got out of it somehow! It may or may not be obvious, but I think there is a sense of healing in here, a shift between torn and stitched back together.
"there's a little fire in my palm and i'm going to call this little destruction warm or just worth it"
