When thy is almost there- chaos comes without invitation,
the body sinks back where it fought to be not there.
Exhausted-is thy selfish to be how I am-isolated thyself becasue getting close seem to be too much or embarrassing to be.
Hard to fight to go up when I have tried so hard in the beginning therefore in the end I’m where I started. The ace that haunt me until over and over
“Do you deserve the good things?” Which whispers when I am trying or when I am low with sorrow and chaos-apparently I am weak.
-j0llyk














