Exausted. Leaning in to rest on my elbows,

Let my eyes go black with magnetic lids...

Newton. Carter. Poe. Hippocrates...

NO.

Eyes open.

My lids repelled from each other.

Awake.

Be Awake.

Endless hours of droning lectures...

Ughhhh....

The lovey subject lasts too long,

"too much of a good thing."

Clean.

Nasty spilled fluids.

Get them up, dressed.

Ready.

For what?

The unknown day.

Ungrateful, rash, quick tempered.

Individuals,

I couldn't possibly love more.

But,

There is worth in the process

32 seasons.

Exaustion. Tears. Nerves.

Laughter. Frienship. Life.

A mentor whom says

Yes, you can.

And mean it.

Finally.

One day there will be

Screams. Blood. Pain.

Calm. Focus. Success.

Unmatched gratitude, accomplishment, and pride.

Gives me reason,

To be.

To help.

Love.

It seems scary,

Sociopathic,

Written down like this.

Hard life,

Not for me,

I love this, but

Others,

I save,

Change,

Influence their furure endeavors.

Catalyze a virtuous explosion.

Across our souls.

My future.

Their future.