5o6

failure in the past

What do we become today? It is a mirror of 12 mins from yesterday. Not the sequential, but the consequential. Who are you in those seconds when you did not budge. The moment of absolute gloom. What did you do. The perspective is of pain and sorrow, but the reality is not a question but a proof of you this moment. Suffering is simple, decisive, blunt, and lasting-in a good way.

Does it depress you, to know, how truly despicable you are. Then you are. Wincing is for duds; letting thy own imagination punch you into submission. When were you in the storm?