Here I am.
Life's grip firmly planted on my neck
But with every gasp for air I feel more alive then What it means to actually do so
Living is such a funny word
Only those who see its antagonist really know Its bounds but bound are those who are blind to the reap
Those glasses of rose colored ignorance
Shattered forevermore
The struggle reflected on the pale pink shards...
Innocence lost.
A world once seen somehow lost in translation. I can't help but grieve for what is gone but does Its absence make me stronger?
Only time's ticking clock will transcribe what is.