I am tired.
Of hoping for that day that i'll do well enough to cherish.
Cherish some of life without the constant tint and lack of aspiration.
Inhale the scents of all the things around me, just for once, without the poising hint of rotting flesh and the intoxicating fumes of ethanol.
Just for once. Let me, just once, perceive my senses in their pure, unadulterated form. Alas, I cower, fearing each second passing in this state, committing, to what makes me most afraid.
