Day 158: Off Road
When I'm quiet, I am invisibly savage.
At rest I am placidly bloodthirsty.
A banshee claws inside the armor.
Reflection is the path to madness.
And headlong through the brambles
these words haunt me, have long hunted me:
It comes and it goes.
It ebbs then it flows.
It churns and it boils.
It soothes and it calms.
It drowns and sets free the soul.
Suffice to say I'm off road today.