8/30 the barrel of a gun : Brazil, day 2 (national poetry month challenge)
So this what it’s like to look down the barrel of a gun. I’ve always kinda wondered what what felt like, but not really…
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So this what it’s like to look down the barrel of a gun. I’ve always kinda wondered what what felt like, but not really…
From DC to Brazil to California to Rome, each and every flight in my lifetime has caused me a guaranteed and certain anxiety. Even as I write this now, I’m nervously shifting in my 22A window seat (cue Eryka Badu) pondering my life and hoping that I’ve made Him proud… The question, though, is why do I put myself through this anguish? Simple. Exciting I want is on the other side of fear…