KEEP SWIMMING.
Life goes on and I have to move with it. No matter what I have to keep pushing. On this journey we aren’t promised green pastures or sacks of gold. All we have is the air we breath and the moment we occupy. If I could reach back in time and gather those that have been absorbed by eternity. I would store them within the chambers of my heart and cast it into the future. So that when my journey has come to an end, with me standing at my road of translation me and my company of souls can transition together.
No body said that this would be easy. I wasn’t told of bumpy roads. Hell is hot, death is greed. This is no time to fall on my knees. I will not surrender. I will not relent. Only death can stop me and I’ve made no provisions for her.
Perpetual motion. There’s sharks out hear. Keep Swimming.
