Catharsis and purification. Themes that keep me healthy. Resilience isn’t just taking a hit and forcing forward. True resilience lives in the prevention of being weighed down. We don’t just wear our waders; we patch the holes, store them right, and check them often so they’re ready when we bushwhack through bramble and thorns.
I pulled the stretcher with your body. Crushed. Protocols carried you to the hospital. I never saw your face, but I heard it was full of blood and broken teeth. I wiped your blood from the stretcher, detailing the railings like a man spot-cleaning his car. Fresh sheet, another patient. Your friends waited in the bay, asking if you were alive. Was the motorcycle worth this?
It’s the small things that make life worth waking up tomorrow: beers and breakfast, church in a cheap bar, laughter and bullshit. Being human. Connected with humans. In a world that often doesn’t feel human at all.
Death Maps 
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