Constantly Create

I’ll probably die where I am, how I am..

I have tired several different possibilities to get out of this house but still I lay here by myself..

We have a good thing going, we have some promise to keep..

This is not a cry for pity or sympathy..

I wish I could escape unscarred…

I fear I’ll die from complications… Complications to the things I’ve left undone..

These days are filled with little to no joy..