Bound to be some pain.
Don't you do no trav'lin',
Fly in no machines.
Breathing helps. Everyone needs to breathe. A favorite of mine is, Just Breathe.
And now, I barely can.
Today, in anger, I tried to beat something silly, I ended up wondering if I'd make it past the hour.
Maybe this is his way of saying slow down, but it confuses me, what have I sped up that needs to be taken one at a time? I wait daily for some kind of answer and at the same time I'm impatient, who wouldn't be.
Mother loathed the temper, everyone does. In some twisted way, it feels like this is some kind of wish gone bad, I know somewhere, sometime, mother has prayed for my temper to cease or something to that effect. Hilarious, this is what it took for it to work.
But deep down, I'm enraged, even more so, this just means my incapacity to do even more things, let alone find something to occupy my time.
It's a mixture of feelings, I don't like em, I don't have total control and the next step is hidden from me.
Sinister purpose, knocking at my door.
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