In the saddest of hours, in the longest of times, I can’t seem to grasp a moment of truth when gravity fails me, instead of keeping me grounded. I’m tired of floating away, of not making this reality my own. Forces pull me away, breaking me into pieces but I try with all my might to brace myself into one for impact, when I finally land, because within the war that constrains me, theres no one but me to help me carry the burden of having to survive with this pushing and pulling once, and then again.