I’ve contradicted myself long enough. It’s tough, better yet tougher, but it’s the best thing. And who knows, somewhere down the line it’s going to be the way it should, or just the way it can be. There’s a plan, somewhere in that bag, just for a lady that’s determined to exist as such.

But how many days have passed? And these threads, so tightly woven to my innermost workings, mind and movements, why? Why pass by and over thoughts so unavailing? And repeatedly throw myself against the wall, on the tracks, to the wolves? Who am I and what have I been doing this whole time?

So I will declare happiness on our lives. I want it and moreover, I’ve realized, finally — I mean it. Be free.