There is a truth in the saliva I spit. Sincerity in the cracks of my lips. I breath forth my heart, carbon monoxide riddled with beats as organic as the first sounds of an infants feet. I rise and I fall, I stumble and crawl, and when my teeth chatter my hands take the wheel. They ink out the jumble my mind can’t keep straight and they calm down my nerves that rush through my veins. They ease me to realization as they rush me to truth and they remind me of patience when my minds split in two.
