this morning #117.

this morning, this warning came over the loudspeaker sharply. he wasn’t fazed these days. instead, he stood at attention, determined to make a good impression. early morning roll call always came much too abruptly but he’d found peace with the shock of it all. “that which doesn’t kill you” growing stronger in his thoughts. mornings used to be skipping school with friends & smoking weed out in the woods, maybe shooting off guns. he still missed the weed part. it calmed him in a way his current coping mechanisms could never replicate but his reptilian brain had taken over. the scales were not in his favor but it would all be ok. he’d get through today.