His Sword, His Shield
A moment to breath amongst the thick fog of adversity, is necessary as a pen taking over the writer's hand. To avoid succumbing to suffocation & dwelling below their influence, outcomes a notepad full of almost enough space to clear a clouded mind. Lines lead, to letters that spell words reading thoughts, stretching far, wide, here, & there to find a center, to connect peace, & sender. Like gun & holster, these papers stay alongside to bleed the best of worse situations, until a chin rises with that smirk again.