Falling, on the concrete real fast.

So.......
Field camp next week!

Got the low-downs,
things to bring,
things to take note of.

Even tactics for rifle safe-guarding,
and food ration swaps.

Everything is locked, loaded, ready to go.

So why am I feeling so anxious?
Maybe because I am afraid my lung injury may come back and haunt me.
Or I would be chosen at my lowest.
Or maybe I would encounter some unforseen invisible monster that goes around killing everyone in the forest.

Or maybe,
just maybe

Everyone says its hell.

Who am I to say it will be hell?
I haven't seen it, haven't experienced it.
Sure it's gonna be tough,
but whoever said tough ain't fun?

So what if we get punished,
rolled into mud,
dig the ground apart
dig coffins?

All it does is wear one down physically,
but isn't your mental self the one that keeps you together?

Separate the two,
and you would have an excellent decoy.
Down physically,
but mentally alert, up, running.
laughing at everything, everyone.

Ah wells.

It will come when it comes.

Why won't you answer me.

Mood swings.

Don't we all just love them.

Booking in later.

My posts seeem to be getting smaller and smaller. hmmm.

I am invincible until I fall.

I have no weakness except for myself.

You are as strong as you want to be.

take me bleed me kill me.

This hurts. so much.

I need another story

is the world just merely a sphere of green and blue?
an entity so powerful that created the whole of universe?

Is pain eternal?
or is eternal pain?

Why do we rush?
when we can walk?

Is all there is, all there really is?

There must be something more than this.
An achievement we all overlook,
That glitch in the system... somewhere.

We just have to stop.
Stop.
And look around.

And there it will be,
right in front of us.

Stop.

So many questions,
so little answers.