Wishing I Was Beautiful

Tugging on my heartstrings

It's hard. That much is true, and the agony that befalls you is one of self suffering, personal grief, and unanswerable measurement of unfathomably giganticism and of monumental stress that's a journey's End.. We alter our beliefs of totality, and the relentless task of life's magic as we are submerged into reality which drowns us and soon we are helpless to waters untamable by will alone. Our final moment are of panic and distress, fighting to maintain our breath and too keep surviving despite ambitious tides of one's complexity. When waters are ravaged by the gravity of celestial bodies they are manipulated by ideations the primitive human couldn't fathom too actually understand in their lifetime but given endless experience we've worked out a solution too the invisible forces which act on thier own accord and manifest in ways we still work on understanding.