I'm a leaning tower of words that is bout to crumble and the debris I'll make may worth saving to rebuild a new foundation..I'll keep leaning for the time being and let the gravity of doubts break me down, so when I do I'll learn the next to never let myself fall.. Carrying the weight of the world is no joke when you are accommodating more than you can handle, and the irony of doing so is the fact that among those bunch of people not a soul could give the same **** and struggle you are going through keeping you worthy of being attached..Sometimes kindness is a cancer that eats us alive, a sign of being a martyr addicted to caring too much,an open cage where you lock yourself in, a mirror that shows thousands of reflections and none of yours are even present..Being busy bout what others think and feel where you are stuck in a quicksand not knowing to be finally devoured beneath in your own league, a hero's act that needs the saving the most...