Third day

The air I'm breathing keeps trying to tell me something I cannot hear. I don't want to remain dead and all my life I've been blinded for I was never mine.
I've been trying to find something truly precious, but I was taught to look in all the wrong places, I was taught that I could not decide to make changes.
I am so tired of feeling weak. Every power lies inside us, waiting to be felt, multiplied, to spread the best of life. No one but ourselves can drive us where we want to be.