Bad News.

One day in May my life became a city of veils, closed off and unseen like a year of fog. I was in denial. Could i restore my belief in my lifes short career? Learn to take away this howl of bitter rage at my healths inadequacies. To maybe fufil a full life cycle of dependency. I could only hope and pray. My bloodline inheritance leaves me with a furious love building on a nightmare of weeks. Fifty to save it two to organise it"s end a flickering flame that will finally snuff out and put paid to all my ambitions, my fatal end. If only i could move out of my mind. Find a hung jury that still has a return policy on defective breasts. Time given out for good bevaviour, to go on fostering my independent spirit. My thoughts inside implode.. though my standard eyes still gush. A blessed release.