thinking about running from the life that was given to you, then having the life you crafted for yourself be pulled from under your feet but making the new life work for you, then growing weary of the new life & losing the spark for it & choosing to remain stagnant, then having that stability be torn from you & having every semblance of your old lives thrown in a big fire, & being thrust into a life you were in no way prepared for & trying to give it your all but being so, so, so tired from all the previous lives you've built & destroyed & had taken from you & only finding the strength to build up that last life good & proper when there's like a dozen hands helping your clumsy ones. thinking about yoshilousplinter.












