one day, sooner than anyone who reads this probably thinks i will, it will happen. and when it does i will know what i’ve got to do, and just as it’s meant to – it will work. whether or not anyone has written me off, or just forgotten the way i never stopped being actually; none of these trivialities i will even consider – in exactly the same way that they never stopped me before – will ever stop me again
but there is something i will remember. will always keep with me. had the blindness about them to see the redacted man underneath. had the embrace to reach me in the eye of the storm. wasn’t blown away by speculation or prejudice. glided straight through it all and approached me with total clarity. connected with me through all of my entropy. gave me the spirit to rise again.
when they fired that bullet at donald trump, the argument was over. all of the people who doubted and ridiculed him, they fell silent. none of their opinions or feelings even mattered to me any more, and i knew already that he would rise again
it weren’t just him though, i realised. that was a sweet moment
i love a good comeback.
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