gods, it hasn't been easy.
it weighs down on me, every single
morning.
sometimes, the light's enough to make my heart flinch and squint, and
the warmth's barely enough to make my joints
stop aching and creaking.
some days, the act of breathing's enough to
make me lose my breath.
some nights, laying my head and resting's
harder to Atlas the world.
yet....
yet...
yet..
yet.
I still do it.
out of spite, sometimes.
out of stubbornness.
out of rage.
out of fear, maybe.
out of cowardice.
out of choice.
but you know what?
you know what?
I still do it.
fuck the reason.
I still live.
I still sunset,
and sunrise.
I still rebel,
and revel.
it hasn't been easy, gods.
but it has been.
at the end, I think that's enough,
for it to just be.
