Nobody wishes to be cannon fodder,
nobody wants to constantly bleed for others
Even the most selfless sometimes need to be handled with care
If they falter, fail, if they break, them with the patience of a saint,
there is nothing left. No hope. No faith.
And so Sisyphus rolls his boulder.
*I’m still here, though I haven’t got much to share, or maybe I have too much. While I ponder this further, some pics from last night — 2am selfie madness.*