labored breathing*

keep going, I say to myself – never with pride, I just know when I need help; I’ve grown tremendously in that area, because usually, I’d torcher myself into hysteria…

it’ll register soon – the history we’re living in has been so cruel; being able to adapt to certain circumstance – being damned if you do, or you don’t, is a vicious plan…

finding my place outside of this world’s boundaries, discovering solitude within myself is a true place to be; I’m enticed with a positive fin, giving my all by wisely making life choices I can contend…