i’d rather jump out of a plane

I did it.

My steps were small and my fear was frightened, but I did it anyway.

And I wasn’t there or here or anywhere, for that matter…I just was.

Belly full of bourbon, flesh doused and then reduced to tears…bathroom tiles, reflecting.

And it wasn’t about the shouting or the praise or the comparisons to my heroes…it was just about me and a guitar and a microphone.

And an incredibly stark spotlight, beaming on a wooden stage…people outside, staring in…watching me fight myself.

the greatest battle i’ve ever won.

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