That feeling when all of your insides are scratching outward and your lungs are tighter than usual, your heart is bursting breaking out of your chest cavity and you haven't a moment to believe in hope.

I always want to wake up and see the sun shine, but it does not mean the darkest corners have the most fierce but delicate clutches around my ankles. Im happiest when struggling, for just and honest truths.

For love to prevail beyond what we are capable of understanding in our sights, I shall not halt the depths of my emotions.