Agreeable

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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,

mine...

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.