December 28, 2020
Taking the wheel feels like stealing your sister's soul. You shouldn't touch it, but you can't help it. The drive is too great. The Mythology must play itself out. That's its nature. You can feel it pushing you, urging you on, giving you hints. The wheel is yours now. So, go, go, go. Go as your heart demands. Go fast. It's waiting for you to do your bidding. Now. The pavement is your skin. Earth is your body. Organs surge your intent to surrender to a desire bubbling up. You hadn't considered this. Now, it's the only thing to do.