• artofzena 6w

    Life has been endless obstacles and hurdles from the moment I chose to be something different... was it ever really a choice? I can not follow the path laid out before me... I struggle to break free from it. My words struggle to break free from it too. They don't follow the lines and begin walking off the page. I have so much to say, but the words I want to express so boldly trail off into whispers. I know I was set up to fail and I have failed over and over again but each time I feel myself underneath the soil where they buried me. I just want to rise up and I want to live again. My body moves on it's own writhing in pain it does not want to be still and my mind does not want to conform.