I have questioned myself with a bucket today. The bar is being shaken by the forces around me and the helplessness I carry cannot sleep over the thinking that I can refrain anymore trembles. It is pulling me under, to swim through the cold licks of the burning flames, while pressing a pressure to my head that I will die if I will not do anything. I might have chosen death today.
After I got home today, they started to throw issues that caused bleeding to both my ears and soul. I tried to block it out—spear it to a shivering kill until numbness injects itself to my nerves. Although I did not succeed, I sure did learn surmountable lessons that I would keep for my brighter and much darker days.
At one point, they will throw words over the air that will soar its way back to their mouths, but they are very soulless they cannot determine its impact. Over the greater days, I keep my lips zipped and narrow my eyes to a better observation. In all honesty, I work better if I keep my thoughts and ideas fight and heal around my head, but I know I cannot hold slips from time to time.
I try to be more positive than the rest of them—try to brush off the bug against my shoulder or swat the fly roaming around my nose. Though I know I can never be a runner from the load and I must contribute to create a solution. This blue that I am embracing is a temporary burden for my hill of reliefs and I am still glad I experience this kind of downfall. I just fear that I will become one of them and I truly pray I do not.
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