Find me
In your breath
I'm infinite
Search me as absolute

You think you got it all figured out. It All make sense in your head. Until that tinglin starts rumbiling in your chest turns from stress to dread.

Countless minutes you will never get back and the problems you had were few to many and you carried the weight of them upon your back.
The problems were few and now they begin to stack.

The gasp will surely ruin you; when it hits, it attacks. You find the closest thing to you and slide down it with your back. Find yourself layed ruined until you find yourself on your knees and hands. This is the epitome of the broken man. The hardest hit to the heart surely would **** the average man. Yea but you keep going and God just praying you can find your way back. There has to be a reason that this happens to me? Yea well I have faith in time you will begin to see.

Listnen," friend to friend " these things tend too surely pan themselves out. I know noones perfect but you can try to be. But if the risk is too high you can find the balance or try to work something out or in between.

But right now the most important thing you can do is just breathe. Heres a bag, put your head between your knees. Slow down, control the pace of your breathe. think only about overcoming this, just breathe.

-RSC

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠.
𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤?
𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑌𝑎 𝑅𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑎ℎ صلى الله عليه وسلم
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦!
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑.
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑠.
𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦.

Today,  I picked up flowers of life with glee

Tomorrow, the thorns of death shall pick me without any glee

Today I enjoyed the temporary pleasures of the world

Tomorrow, I shall dwell with the displeasures of death

The funeral ahead is declaring ‘O humans of this earth’
‘Follow my lead since I am your guide.’