My comfort zone puts me to bed earlier than before. Those four walls grow smaller as the sun becomes the tiny beam eager to penetrate heat. Somehow I’ve lost my sense of hope, my direction now completely lost without any possibility of locating. I’ve found my strength in these very words the chance of perseverance through writing my way out. I’m gonna grace every line with such enriching detail that’ll tear away those walls, giving life to my thoughts as I write my destiny. I can do this…. I’m gonna do this. I will do this.