Life

The past weeks been tough, they, are randomly called fun.

It takes quite alot of energy and strength to keep an extra little one.

Mom's too heavy a word for now, for she has yet to find herself.

Her life was beginning, a new life was very much, too, trying.

It's a shame it wasn't given a chance. It's a shame, that this decision needs to be made. It's a shame, it's a sorry state.

Pain, discomfort, confusion and peace she found from within, she's experiencing.

But really, what the fuck's with all unnecessary reactions?

She knows what she's doing, she's not been blurred by pain.

You may be strongly opposing her decision, and she's sorry for having you felt that way.

And to all the very interestingly heartwarming sms-es that came along were horribly appreciated. And thank you for understanding.

Call her selfish, she won't hesitate to agree. Whatever should happen, she's taking it, hibernating and ignoring.

For this moment, she needs her space, she needs herself. No doubts, no talks, nobody.

The body's too weak for retaliation, so she's not bothering with none.

If only, she tells, she'll be out, with the breeze, under the skies, indulging her world, and to hell with all unnecessities.

But this process she's enjoying, the trembles and the pain. She's just deservingly learning and stubbornly fighting.