scribbles

I haven't wanted to punch things in awhile, but today everything looks like a target. I've been told coffee can make you feel that way, like scribbles, with so much to let out and every direction calling.

Right now I am a million colors in a thousand directions let loose across the page, but one by one I will arrange these scribbles into neat orderly lines so I can present you with the beautiful picture I work so hard to be.

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