Everything is slippery when walking on ice.
And behind it, there is always a story to be told.
I hope there is somehow a balance there.
I have been feeling down for way too long.
Tending to search in circles.
I carry their pain, my chin up, my head held high.
I am optimistic.
But it's not always so easy.
My mind gives no breaks.
It never fails to fail.
Miracles happen everyday.
Can you look yourself in the mirror, and smile?
She looks back in relief.
Love yourself first, the rest will follow.
It's a Hell of a thing, trying to keep it hidden.