battlit
22. I pinpoint which thoughts ignite the will to fight in this uphill Battle. I've bad eyesight. To write, is to brighten my headlights.
“Veni, vidi…”
First, the vulnerable, the victim. Then, the vindictive. Eventually, the villain, who is soon vanquished, with nothing left but time with the vellum, to write the vision of the victor. Carpe veritas.
