One year, three weeks post heart surgery.
What the fuck now?
I’m Superman.
Hormones of a 25 year old (certified).
New Job.
New home town. (Mesa/Chander Az.)
I’m in the best shape of my life.
I’m going to learn to dance.
Refocus on my music.
I’m finally going to find out.
I’m finally going to “Know”.
There’s peace in that.