If someone were to ask me about my life I would be honest. Everyday it has been like a jungle. It’s been like a wild beast chasing me devouring everything and everyone around me that I love. I’ve watched everyone die begging for mercy fighting for more life. Drugged up in pain smoking, drinking, and overdosing. It’s been rough being a positive thinker living a clean life. Now Mom is gone, eaten alive by cancer, and as I swim trying to save other family members as I catch my breath here comes another challenge. It’s like I’m the only one standing, one of the few from my tribe left. If there are laws to the universe and a God that controls it, I have to convince myself that he’s the reason to keep fighting. I can’t give up. I have to keep believing that the impossible can be done. I have to escape the jungle, I have to defeat the beast. The dragon that wants to end all time on earth.
Is anyone still with me? Can anyone see the light at the end of the tunnel?
Is there an end to the madness?
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