I find it hard to get over some things.
I find it hard to get over anything– particularly when I’m trapped beneath it.
Struggling, straining, screaming, against it–While simultaneously aching, aiming, and pining for it.
I am exhausted and enraptured by my emotional contradictions –I sprint to the finish, I am going this alone.
I am loving.
I am living.
I am continuing my story.
God damn. I’m lost. But, I am.