quench

you're not here. yet there's remnants of you every where i go.

i'm getting my second wind. fresh air is blowing thru me and it's stoking the flames of hope. there've been times in my life, experiences that were excruciating, almost unbearable, but when i came out the other side i knew i was better for enduring them. right now i'm walking thru the fire. it hasn't been enjoyable, definitely not a feather in my cap, but no doubt character building. sometimes i get angry and want to yell at the sky "I HAVE ENOUGH CHARACTER. STOP WITH THE CHARACTER BUILDING ALREADY!!" but i recently discover that my stubbornness, my blatant refusal to learn, only hinders me. it makes me stunted.

my imagination is setting sail inside my head.