Testing 1-2
It’s working.
As time goes on we get to observe how the fruits of what we want the most come alive. Of course there are times we choose whether or not some of our decisions were in our best interest or just ambitiously out of sense.
Either way.
What you work on will become better.
Your truth is seldom to be argued with and people. Well kindness goes a long way and some stories will never end and some of them will come to begin. A cycling circle to resolve the thick clots, like trauma to be picked up from within the drain. The wires that pump the blood that which gives energy to us I mean the veins.
Much to do with confidence and even more so about time. Funny the dimension we live on can change depending on how much we’ve willed to become or be gone.
I have to be honest some losses confuse me and some actions fit just right but in the end it won’t matter until the fight.
What matters most is drawn out.
Let me demonstrate with an imaginary toll here and there following is a story of horror, beware if you cannot dare…
She walked in.
The tiles cold beneath her feet. Her hand reached towards her back. Unzipping the dress tightly fitting her body. The dress drops beneath her figure right by her ankles and her hair brushes her waist tingling her skin as she steps out of the fabric binding the ghost of her next step. She looks at the mirror and rubs on the black beneath her eyes.
—- you have to know now I am a bit weary, talking these words, putting them in writing. One must be careful about what is spoken or written down. But know now that I have carried these within for years around. Some stories are worth more than words and so shall be lived or even played out but bare with me when I write this particular one that had me question a whole lot. —-
Her finger now black with the paint and the moist of her teary sweat. She dropped her head down and let out a sound. Just on time to mask the loud thump outside the bathroom door. Her body had grown and a second glance into the mirror there was no black around her eyes nor a dress by her ankles. Just the tears and a thump unheard was around.
When I sing today…