These begrimed halls that once represented my sanctuary for not so physical therapy.
The stench of its foulness almost sent me back but Alas, it is my mess.
Who is to clean it but me?
Its been one long three hundred and sixty six days. Half the time, 60% of my grey matter was seemingly in ''hibernate''.
Like I was the lead zombie in a zombie movie, I swayed as the script sent me.
And then I fell,
And then I got up.
And then I fell a little harder,
And then I got up.
And then I fell and fell. Plunged into an abyss of darkness,
In darkness, I fell some more.
Battered and bruised and broken
And God humbled me.
I am getting up.
The log of wood from my eyes needed a mighty fall to be dislodged.- my statement of consolation.
My wounds are healing,
I smile honestly now and then.
Warrior like me, why wouldn't I?
Nanakorobi Yaoki.
Now and always.
