I have been told so many times, countless times, that everywhere nothing but failure. And these voices in my head cannot leave. Unless I will cut it off. My head, oh, my head. Oh me, oh my.
And there for me was everything but success. Rarely and almost every time randomly I have experienced it.
Being alive while doing something worthful. Writing... Jumping and running away from fears and hypocrisy.
So breath, babe, and start to text. Even though you forget your style and taste of your words.