I want new asphalt,
bloody fingers with calloused tips.
interstate highways and cheap food.
unfamiliar faces with something in common.
The sinking pit-in-my-stomach feeling has subsided and deflated and I'm feeling alright. A few more pieces must be put into place before we set fourth and charge into battle, but tomorrow holds promise. We're not blind, you know. It's been a while since I've felt so ready. This is it. "Get off your ass and do this. Try, at the very least." This was never about winning nor was it about giving up. Time won't wait...but that's okay because I won't either. I won't wait until it is far too late.
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