
Suffering

Your Breath Grows Colder
Is it mine? Perhaps y⦶urs. I d⦶ n⦶t breathe. H⦶ld that breath f⦶r a m⦶ment. Let it c⦶⦶l y⦶ur thr⦶at. Then exhale.

Such Simple Instructions They Fix Everything
S⦶metimes all s⦶me⦶ne needs is guidance. Rest y⦶ur w⦶rries, and all⦶w the burden t⦶ be taken.

Take Away Everything

Of Course Later Then
Much later. Y⦶u are eager, but still n⦶t yet str⦶ng en⦶ugh. Preparati⦶ns are in ⦶rder.

Of Course The Grind Calls And I Must Dedicate Myself To It
Hum⦶r⦶us. Has y⦶ur m⦶⦶d impr⦶ved? That is g⦶⦶d. An⦶ther indicat⦶r ⦶f bec⦶ming str⦶nger. D⦶ n⦶t dedicate y⦶urself with⦶ut rest. The mind and b⦶dy cann⦶t bec⦶me str⦶nger if y⦶u break them entirely. Push past y⦶ur ⦶wn limits, and then rest and all⦶w y⦶urself t⦶ adjust.
