Upon my face a breeze, as I breathe, my life, it continues. Regardless of the things that I've seen in the isht that I been thru. I step forward, to step up to the mountain in front of me, apprehensive but eager for the journey, I wanna see, where it takes me. What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger, even as it breaks me. I heal, I mend, and I reconstruct, as the trials of lifes' deconstruction seems to go on, with little reduction. I resist the abysmal black hole and bypass its relentless suction of my soul, seeking peace and a love, in whom I can console...finish this.