boundless.
the sense of gratitude when the sun comes down.
No longer can the birds look down on me
16,
roughly the amount of times in the day I think of running away from all of this.
Down from 27
its progress.

so much to do at night,
coming to heart-rending conclusions about mortality.
how many hours have been spent worrying
the life I could have saved, so caught up in my engrossed state of mind

maybe happiness would have gone neglected if life had always been easy

that's what I tell myself anyways.