I have power in my hands. It’s palpable. It has texture. Smoothness. It’s electric. It’s a sword that I can yield, and others must let me pass.
It’s a power I can lose. I must hold it close. Securely.
It’s precious.
It feels good.
My passport.
I have power in my hands. It’s palpable. It has texture. Smoothness. It’s electric. It’s a sword that I can yield, and others must let me pass.
It’s a power I can lose. I must hold it close. Securely.
It’s precious.
It feels good.
My passport.
