It's kind of amazing I am still staying positive and holding up.

Though I have my thoughts of despair coming up and the emotional volatility that follows is getting far stronger each year.

But as someone who would have joined my mother once...

I approach life in such a way it's like a bonus.

And be thankful for being alive.

And every imagination, every meal, every sight I see and experience,

though as limited to my confined environment, is a gift.

 

And I think that is what sustains me.

 

Sad. XD

 

If I can have more hope.

I don't mean the hope reliant on you folks,

of which the intent I cannot fathom.

 

But hopes from where I am.

 

 

 

That relay.

Don't be that.

They are wearing layers of masks.

And framing.

Where I am cut off.