sometimes i think if only i made an effort
would it be a little different than it is now,
but what if i did?
the outcome: countless.
i made a huge change
i think is for the better.
the sudden need of silence that lingers

my statement of a code
yielding my patience
adjacent to my mind
distinguishing my thoughts
disallowing my
incline surface; instability
causing profound actions
tearing my memory
imperfection of thoughts
ordinals of events
nothing i can remember or forget
having been doing this for almost a year and a half
asking myself why
stopping myself over and over
taking control
against my wants but towards my will
keeping in mind the danger
ever so binding
now i lay here
mind over body everyone knows that
enough