It all started with one song, twenty-one pilots' ''good day'', this plays in the background as I commute to work looking dapper, well at least in my mind.

It was a regular Monday.  After a long day at work, all I wanted to do was eat, feed my dogs and crash. Never did I think it'll be the day I'll put my hands inside the mouth of a dog.

  The butterflies took root in my tummy. They ascended swiftly to the chest.

Top up their plates, You know the boys are hungry.

The titular beast has awoken

Mama is your womb empty Could I crawl back in

Wandering soul, barely a quarter of its span, Bristles at the wind, like harassed aged leaves.