The scale is slightly more agreeable this morning.
I've had an apple today...
It's chilly today.
It reminds me of a distant past, of a world that no longer exists to me...
Did it ever really exist at all?
Sometimes I question the very fabric of reality I've been caught in....
Dainty, faint whisperings of a world I once lived in-
How it haunts me to this day.
One day, I will return...
To take back what was ripped from my possession.
For it is there, that I lost my sense of self.
One day, I will make the journey back to New Zealand;
to reclaim what is still, in my hearts of hearts,
There's this impression of that time in my mind;
a time of mental anguish
of a consistently empty stomach
chilly winds, refreshing air
but more than anything-
f r e e d o m.
And that's all I ever wanted; to be free.
There are demons here.
They hold me down, they exist with years and years of pent up hatred...
They despise success.
This place is a sickness.
... but I will prevail.
Will always prevails.