it can't be helped. be it anxiety, impatience.
it could change, fuerza de voluntad and all. but no, no, impulsive, compulsive, laziness.
and then dread.
dread like death. in the morning.
and chopping off bits of yourself doesn't seem so repugnant.
looking back on how perfection was so taken for granted.
and now it is gone.
and now it is sought.
with a vengeance.
the path is clear, but can it be taken again? you think?
it's not too late, it never is, it's just a question of time.
only that. yes. it can be done.
if only there was the strength required for this. it can go wrong so easily.
oh please, strength. patience and strength.