The tightness in my chest conveys that I need to disconnect sit alone, on a remote landscape hoping the sound of rustling leaves will sync with these shakes and ease my deathless torment
As some quiet finally sets in, introspection begins to surface and it gets me wondering if these thoughts of mine intertwine with the pain that I keep to manifest a life of anger and delusion draping me in shades of guilt, forever climbing up this hill
Closing my eyes paved the way for understanding unrivaled: an ineffable cause to sit with nothingness, I spilled into a void and suddenly stopped drowning in sadness, finding humor in the unknown when a feminine hand reached out with love, telling me to let go and she shared with me everything I wanted to know;
βThere is no path to save yourself, only transcendence: answers can be begged for but until you let go of precedence and learn to listen for each breath the tightness will never settle within your chestβ