Aggrivation and new ideals; how can I begin to bear this new construction toward ideals. A restraint to no means, I continue to fight this inner battle for what purpuse? To what means?
All I know is that this will be the final chapter of whom I was and toward whom I will become. Finding greater meaning in family, I'll find greater means of strength.
Honesty and compassion bore hollow truths as I've reflected on the past, but now I begin to see that they bear greater meanings in virtue.
A new beginning; a new end.
In fear and solitude I find a new solution, a greater meaning of friendship, blood may run thicker than water, but blood CAN be made; and they have been made mine.
Until the day I die, and past their last, I will hold on; through pain and suffering, my memories will suffice.
They are my friends, my family, and without them...
The battle lost.