Permanently temporary

There is always an end. It's just whether it comes down to you, for yourself to end the practised.

The final drawing line can come from one, or another-unfortunately they are all variables. To hold back, is torture.

It never really is that simple, and for the short time being, one will not know either. The time taken always feels so much longer than it really is. When you look back on things, what then seemed like no escape can always vary within a second. The real testing factor is, when you feel like something is missing. You may know exactly what it is, its just whether this 'missing' can be filled.

Everyday becomes a sigh. It is not a breath of relief. It becomes a look glancing down to what could be and what is at the moment. Stirring I think could be the word.

If the world is weighing down on your shoulders, is it time for you to take off? What may seem like running away could also seem like putting one out of their misery. The essence is within the permanent torture, though the temporary time that it may continue to lead on.