I am not one. …never One. I am many.
I am a legion.
I am never alone. Never powerless. Never without resource or option. I never run out or get empty.
I have wings on backorder. Magicians on speed dial. Forces to recon with. Negotiations in 1000 tongues on my behalf.
My path is easy because the Legion works hard. A department. A corporation. A community of goons.
It’s why I smile to myself so much. Quietly. Softly. I have a knowing that no one can take away. A pulsing presence beneath still waters and mascara.
And my agitators…I pity them.
Because they just.dont.know.
….they can’t. But I do. So I smile.