For What Reason?
What does not kill me does not make me stronger. It doesn't build up any immunity in me for future episodes to break upon me like a flurry of moods and raids. There is no absolute rest in life. There is no safety.
I'm a prisoner. A prisoner in a world we have made destructive. A prisoner of me - an inferno of obstacles and new lows, bad starts and unhappy endings.
The idea of a world where I am my sole contrivance. Death. Give.
This is the world I live in.
Give.
I'm a prisoner. A prisoner in a world we have made destructive. A prisoner of me - an inferno of obstacles and new lows, bad starts and unhappy endings.
The idea of a world where I am my sole contrivance. Death. Give.
This is the world I live in.
Give.