Looked into the future today. Wanted to see where I was. I could see it, vaguely but I could see it. There was a rough map to get to him. Things I know that if I did

The question of if I can do it again tomorrow never ends. Doesn’t matter what I get done today, tomorrow will come with questions and doubts. Unsure if it was a fluke of motivation, or a complete

Before it even has a chance to say a word, you have to beat it to the punch. Once you punch, you keep punching until it’s knocked out. Until you finished everything you planned to do all

You’re not that anymore, don’t even bother writing about it. Don’t acknowledge it. It’s gone. You’re gone. That you that would complain about what you are about to do is dead. All that’s left is a version