Hey I’m feeling pretty low, Just feel adrift and stuck and don’t know which choice to make. So I make no choice essentially, the coward’s choice. Looking at the thin strip of red- barely visible, already fading- I feel proud?? As though I have been resisting for so long, such an age and I finally managed it. I achieved a mark. Albeit only a sliver, a skin scratch, one without blood It gives me hope that there can be more (A return to the past) And maybe something deeper, one which will drip.