Every day is a fight.

My soul is Xeric.

Harshly stifled,

And yet fresh, clear, clean...

Understood, I am.

Someday, eventually...

I can Taste the change.

Exciting, if I could only stop feeling so lethargic...

Decidedly brokenhearted, shredded, torn. because you are so lost so lost so lost...

But soon it will rain.