19 February 2013
Ghe day have been enough, empty yet stretching on... Pushing me to do...something rough. Tough! Actually prove that I'm worthy of stuff.
But this...this isn't right at all.. Letting go, even, isn't having a ball. It involves bravery, a release from mortal-slavery. Step away from the boiling soup, hold against it a silent coup.
My verse is weak, yet here, my emotions leak. What must I do, to be immune to life's undo.
It's all so very tiring.
Tired • Opuss № I