I Need to Take Better Care of Myself

[i]Somewhere along the lines of delirium I was told to take better care of myself. They spoke of it once and never elaborated on the idea. To me, The world is in a perpetual state of stagnant chronos. Each waking day is repetitive and meaningless. I slowly gaze at the world as a whole, contemplating the reason for this imprisonment. Trapped behind these 4 walls, I lay here. Counting the seconds. Waiting. Wondering. Whispering quiet words into the darkness of the night like a damsel yearns for her knight in shining armor.

But each day of my absence from the world, I realize. As life goes on and I stay behind to pick up the pieces of the past, I am growing stronger. I've mentioned before that courage was never my strength. But would it trepidate you that I am subconsciously growing through vexation and resentment? That all that vile and vulgar betrayal that I've faced has lead to my retribution? Verily, I suppose I could take better care of myself. My feelings are alive and vivacious like a vixen vaunting about her veracity to her lover.

Tonight I feel it is time I return to my magnum opus. Like a spider, I will continue to weave the webs of my future. Entangling each morsel of encouragement to sustain that ravenous maw that is my soul. Would be a shame if I retch what little I've scoured.
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