Somtimes I cannot jump high enough or breath full enough.
Like the boundries of my firewall life, it restricts me.
I can’t stand up nor sit down in this box i find myself in – i wonder who’s winning?
I design my life within constraints of ever increasing, imposing and defying odds – only to be, if only to be.
deep darkness listens to my thoughts and he plagues me with complexities that lead me to forever yield.
my madness reigns now, more prevalent than ever before and the darkness bleeds profusly from my wounds.
i am dying each day and my darkness never yields.