for all the times i try to be alright and show that i am alright, i die a little more. because i am not alright and i do want to break down and leave it in pieces.
the world beacons, once again, for me to step up to fulfill it's never ending needs. to trade my time and space for some time and space in it. what little space i have inside me is already empty, what need is there for more space now?
haven't the dagger been removed? haven't it been cleansed and wounds bound? yet once more, it is torn open.
where can i give alms and say my prayers, that it will be heeded and heard?
teach me. guide me. love me.