You probably think this post is about you.
Am I ready? Do I wear my war wound like a crown? I used to do this all the time. Like a breathing. Now it's new but it's not.
I have something to prove.
Richard Bachman was still Stephen King.
A phoenix rising from the ashes is—i would assume—a majestic event. I would gather that a unicorn arising from a puddle of mud would be a version of similar. More my style. Its brilliant white marred with muck. Shaking its head and neck, mane splattering mud like a Pollock.
I am like that unicorn. I am uncovering myself from the mud.