I went through the deepest darkest battle. Just when I am ready to give up, I see the light entering my chamber. I force myself to move, maybe this time I'll be free.

i fall, i rise. i start again, knowing i will fall, knowing i will rise, again and again until the cycle breaks me... i keep going! hopecore

In the benninging...

I’m beginning again; I am made of cloth and glass… Stained from the past. And curated from the present— A mosaic of novelty and colour zhayphotography for a wheel of more poems

And like how it was since this all started, I’m here again spinning, dancing, high and free. I only need someone to tell me their hurt is parallel to mine, that they have journeyed to my wounds and found something familiar on the way. That’s what you do. So even if I comeback in this lifetime after I die and only live a day, I’d live that day beginning again. With you.