Uncertain amazing believing and changing. Maybe I failed and need rearranging, but you failed as well, the path that is shaking and quaking a radical shift underneath. Our feet and learning again to walk to speak, slowly rising up to seek, to breathe. I have to remember my friend to see, to be able to change the past and to believe, that I can and plan and change other things as well, to integrate this all and drag myself out of hell. And maybe I will not be able to do this as my consciousness blurs perhaps it will shift. From pseudo-psychotic to full anti-hypnotic, a chance I will take writing life like a rocket. It's scary, ain't it? Leaving this way, but isn't that the way to find change? The change that occurred as I focused on movement was all superficial, and the proof change was not useless. Now, into the future, to hold on to the past, the things that we've learned, to hold them and grasp. Yet, how is there a way to hold on to your heart when you're always ready for it to be torn apart? Like a mother bear, wolf protecting her young, if you get too close who make tear out your lungs, so to stay and be happy, no. We must move ahead, beloved yourself too, but not be full of your head. Listen, protect and acknowledge your credo, the true living potion, the true anti-ego, and sometimes this hardness is compassion in turn, a fire, a yearning to be there, and burned. And even in the darkness that will come every day, and even in the slopes that I will slip and fall, come what may, I will know that I pull ahead every day, and I'm not angry, I just need to say that I will fall again, crash-burren possible, but this will no longer be some kind of obstacle.