I’m contemplating while my mind is pacing, heart is racing, and hands are shaking.
I’m calculating this devastating shape I’m in.
My body’s bruised, and time is too short to watch all my friends move on with their life un-renewed.
Life’s a motto of ‘save yourself’, but what does that mean? Spiritually? Materially?
My problems aren’t new, just unimportant to you.



Saturday 16 March 2024