I am healthy I am great I am helpful I will not hate I can move mountains I can see through the clouds Nothing can stand in my way, As long as I bow Hear the wind howling See with eyes closed Smell the fresh rain Feel the sand in between my toes My sunset will remain forever close Love with all your heart Sing with all your might And know that everything will be Alright
I'd seen glimpses of a different me. It was a different me because in those increments of time I thought I actually became a winner. The truth, however, is painful. It was a truth that told me with a scratching internal brutality that I was me, and that winning wan't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. In a way, I had to scavenge for moments of alrightness.
