i think if i stopped fighting
my joints would give way
rendering me a small pile
of bones, flesh and blood
i think if i stopped fighting
to keep it all together
i would crumble for good.
21.02.24
as long as i can remember, to live meant to fight. so, unknowingly, I understood that to die meant to rest.
maybe one day i can learn to live without fighting. i am awfully tired.