This stagnance, It is sore, it is blistering.
The sunlight that doesn't shine, but burns.

Where I'm meant to sacrifice I just GIVE UP.

Why.

Death. No, it's too soon.

what a mess.

It's wrong to protect what we admire?

I'm going to die.
Why do I sit?.

Maybe it'll all be ok.

but I know that it won't be. not without something done.

It's just too convenient that now is not the season for me to be content, Now is unrest, Now is change, Now is challenge, Now is disaster.

I don't want it to end, I don't want it to end.

Why am I so scared?

Where was the way I was meant to turn? Who was the way?
How dare I think I have control.

Why is life so delicate!? so fragile, complex and formal.
Why does everything have it's place, it's time?

It's my fight.
but it should be a walk.

While I walk this way, this direction, into what I don't know,
I hope I'll find myself anyway.
It's building before me, constructed by the choices I've made, the [whatever it is] I've been.
What tragedy I've set to one side before me, and beauty to the other.
Now to hope I've turned to the right side.

"ill find my way back home i swear"

while I brace for a 'monumental loneliness'.

Nothing will change this. It's done,
Because honestly, what's a heart worth unspoken?