there ain't no easy way out.

"I feel free!" said me, with characteristic brevity.
being lonesome is but a mere figment of the imagination.
now that the tall telling device has returned
fingers click clacking on the keys
adventurous stories will be fleshed out.
"this too, shall pass."
don we now our new year, and the skepticism it may bring.
and for those who attempt to tell stories during this year,
stories of empowerment to overcome our 'impending' doom,
of families who are flustered with financial failure,
and the push for progressive prominence.
our need to succeed.
not the corporations.

You can stand me up at the gates of hell but I won't back down.