I’m a loner a diver, a carer, a cryer.. A pessimistic survivor without strings attached I’m a lover and a fighter, striver. I’ve been angry I’ve been buying into the notion that form follows functioning. To relay remission of past prevention of course I had to evaluate my submission to the allegorical, the towers of suspicion. I had to be myself, I am not painful, hateful and trepidations. I am the remainder of what God gives me. I am a lover. With a liver thats broken bent to a mind that keeps ticking. A clock doesn’t stop unless it’s lost its energy therefore I am the Holy’s property Regardless of circumstance, I am worth time, I am not in decline I am who I am meant to be. #keepbreathing
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