I’m thankful for the pieces I thought I lost for good were actually just lying there covered up under the mess. No longer do I wake up to stormy clouds ready to clap with the slightest of friction! The winds have died, and when I go outside in the morning, I bend over, spread my cheeks, and bare my hole to the sun, to give it thanks for the light and love it pounds into me! Cause that’s the only thing fucking me now…