There’s always this temptation to let go, let the stress flow away, and be yourself, you could get stabbed, get into a fight, and become unable to defend yourself, at least that’s my reality, but there are places, where it’s too much, and you don’t care either way, but I still have health points, I want to keep going, I'm really curious, where these plot points are leading, I can’t process everything, but I certainly don’t want to lose, when I haven’t done everything I can, but the fae are so willful, so spritely, they consider everything, and their vengeance is damning, sometimes they whisper, you’re doing too much, you eat and you eat, claim all that you can, the children are hungry, why don’t you let them have some, and I don’t know homie, I’ve tried a lot of things, lord knows heaven goes to the deserving, I wish I could do more, and I will, wait for signal after signal, I’m a liar and a thief, life is a weird thing, but I don’t want to lose, I’ll process what I can.

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