One day. I know things will come for me. I’m not surprised at all. The shackle every Human has on them, always leaves a mark, even when they are let go. The facade of living as human as possible reminds me that one can never turn his/her back on this mark. We must rather face it, prepare for it’s coming when the condition fits.

I was told this guy had not eaten, slept or drank for days. He was in the hospital to recover. Not the first time you know. It had been long since the isolation before I mentally recovered. Here we are, the dormant soul awoken and accepting of what is and what is not. It was like a web strings of poison in strife with ego and power. Fuck, I wanted to take my mind off so I scheduled a training with the coach my cousin had recommended a year ago. I told him my history–that I was sick, had surgery, pretty old I could say. He made me do a list of exercises after taking my vital stats (which he prompted perfect). While his hands crackled the sheets and bones, he said I am extremely flexible. How can I not be? He paused for few minutes and asked if I did Taekwando before. Of course I did not. Maybe I did much in my head.

I was supposed to do the next session this week but my whole body was stricken by a bunch wit of sore legs and arms. The worried sister gave me a dysfunctional pepper spray in case I might need it. My service is about to come in few hours and I thought—- I feel like I have to.