For my son:
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
At the time they cut me free. I was brimming with defiance. Doctors looking down on me. Breaking every law of science.
How'd I ever end up here? A latent strain of color blindness. Then it seemed to dawn on me. Haemoglobin is the key
sunday morning doooooooooom