a great effort must come at the strong will of mind carry the burden of one’s pain, must take the leap to lead the thought to fill the sorrow of shaping one’s head, throat, heart and gut. and becoming true to self must come to learn of letting go, of detaching drama worn about life’s tragic death. how will you survive? if there’s no change, if there’s no willingness to embrace, forgiveness that is hard to accept and own. Although you’re trying to untie the knots of being in caged, your words that only deteriorate you by your own illusion mind and thus; delivery state of confusion.
can you suggest some title for this?
i’ve been challenged again by random word generator: effort thought fill drama delivery