You Better Love Her. (!)

You Better Love Her. (!) Because if I had the Honor-- The Guts, The
color, The Tempo, The Timbre... I’d detonate my fear with an upward
motion of my chin I’d guarantee the doubt a lifetime supply of
can’t get in, and I’d pedal out to the saddest parts of our
stories-and to the very front of my war and inspire change. I would
actually USE the wings in my shoulder blades.