
Fighting.
Struggling.
Three years it went on.
A new one breathes freshly.
Do I leave the comfort?
I truly must.
I'm excited and blind.
It's going smoothly.
"I hope it works."
Go on now. Take it from me. I’ve got my own now. Are you curious as to what it might be? Well I shall let that remain a mystery. This is turning around and I love the direction I face. The cool wind blows with me as if approving of the path. There used to be so much heaviness to each step I took. I was used to it. I didn’t notice it. But now as I walk with new motivation and life, I can tell how weakened it had made me. Yes, I am human. My thoughts still wonder on what could have been but it’s different than before. I don’t expect this to come about but I do still hope for it too. I have flaws and doubts even amidst this new found hope. I have them because it is new. I’m not sure about it just yet. I know greatness could come but with how much time? I am an impatient being. I’ve put so much into something else that did not come about and I don’t know if I want to leave what I have invested in and start on something new. I’m so not sure, even though this something new seems far more promising if only cause of its youngness. Oh how I roll around in moments and ignore some things I shouldn’t. I avoid the things I need to confront most. Its just a lot of things all at once.
