I won't be here... it won't be like this... forever

 Brick wall?

Climb.

Red tape?

Scissors.

It won't be like this forever. When my thumb begins to float I remember the road. My road. One that takes you away from Point A but never arrives at Point B.

Hear no?

Thanks. 

Get rejected? 

Keep moving. 

I won't be here forever. When I think of quitting I remember the chaos. Sometimes I thrive in it. Sometimes it scares me. However, it never leads to purpose. 

Purpose.... 

Oh how I desire purpose. 

I have the vision. I play it in my head, like a movie when I'm stuck. I know, or at least I believe, I can prevail. But only when I keep going. 

My life.

I won't be here.... it won't be like this....

Forever. 

I won't quit. 

-Butterfly