Sometimes it wraps around my heart in a white knuckled grip, and living or dying, I am weak and afraid.

I can't kill the fear. I can only ignore it for so long. But I can embrace it, hold it, feel it inside me... And let it go.

But every time- every breath, every step, every moment- is a process.

And then - a soft, hoarse laugh. One more time.

Come, again, once more. Release. Breathe.
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici