There has always been a force, driving your weakness into strengths. You've lived in this privilege for so long that it seems such an exhausting plague, plastering your being. Every step you try to take buries you further into a merciless fortress, spinning ten feet above you.
You try to hold on, to find a little piece of your anchor, but it slips beyond your reach time and again.
You close your eyes, holding the reflection of your desire, craving for something to Stop!
Stop this circulation, stop these blemishes appearing from your already worn and spotted slate! Stop these torches boring holes into your skin!
And in a moment, your breath is knocked away. You gasp and gleam from the very tips of your fingers.
You take a drag, the crisp dewed air cools depth of your mind, the little rays bounce from your eyes.
There is an energy that growls from every muscle fatigued. You stretch and reach for the blue in the morning sky. When you look, you can see. When you reach you can grasp, and when you smile, you can live.
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