Life seems a blur, goals tends to be disorganized, and my drive seems to be unclear. University constantly in the back of my mind, being successful and healthy especially being that perfect person I have been set to be, trying so hard to please everyone but knowing I bring no justice to my plea, but simply an unwilling act of forced hope is thrown upon me. Maturing so fast has derived me of what I could have been, seeing my life now and 4 years ago could have marked, no wait..it could have changed me for a better me, someone who had no fears of failure, but now I feel that I am that person with no drive, knowing and understanding that I am nearing the end of my cycle simply without a backup stimulus plan .

Deciding to do something more practical is thrown my way, constantly being pushed to my limit knowing I'm about to bust and cease functioning, yet something inside me. That sub-conscious power invokes my past facades bringing them out of there slumber to reveal an unpromising future. My inner masks compromised, slowly re-inhibiting my body to go on for something that feels lost. Yet parts of me are distilled into fragments, each piece getting smaller and smaller until it is invincible to the human eye.

How long can I keep trekking an endless road with no water in me? I tend to look in the mirror, and simply practice breathing, the longer I seem to practice the more I notice that my lungs are no longer filling with air, am I suffocating in my own demise, of some hallowed realm. How long must this go on for?

Just awaken and instill me to breath...