there comes a day when the deep and arduous task of healing won’t suffice any more.
the tripping on tolerating pain in self-betrayal and abandonment of those parts will expire.
those parts will blip to the surface as your truth. they will bleed and demand that you rise, come up for air and god forbid, take another breath.
the day comes when the art must art, the day must day, the fire must burn, life must live and be will have to do.