Note to Self

If I could bottle this moment I would, and I'd let it out when it all gets too much.
These moments get fewer and farther between, but they make up for all the shit I've seen. For all the things that go without saying these moments of clarity fill in the blanks in black and white. What I live for.
What I'll die for. Why we're here. What's at stake, and as long as there's breath in this cold, tired body I'm gonna fucking fight for it.