::crunchh::
i still breathe from these depths. Not gasping just yet for the light. In this darkness I play and nestle in a form of a social cloak and behind the locks that I gained length in protection. My alignment is off but the road is still traveled. Acceleration declined, I still feel as myself and catch my spirit before it goes off the rails. I still breathe! Hope is hard but the beat goes on. Words make it seem so easy but the truth can always be found in them.
My personal battles no longer exist during the day and rather in my lucid playing field. Far from gravitational skateboard rides, my dreams have become battles and a possible way out of this disillusion. The chase is over.
The Warrior needs to come back. His Tiger Lily has chose her path. His Sunshine stays at home. He must do this alone. He must. No choice. Strength building starts from the ground up.
My personal battles no longer exist during the day and rather in my lucid playing field. Far from gravitational skateboard rides, my dreams have become battles and a possible way out of this disillusion. The chase is over.
The Warrior needs to come back. His Tiger Lily has chose her path. His Sunshine stays at home. He must do this alone. He must. No choice. Strength building starts from the ground up.