Warpath

I’ve died and lived, died and lived, died and lived. Sometimes I think about the battles I fought. And although I want to cry because of how they’ve changed me, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m sure that one day in the faraway future, after I’ve gone through the most and could do no longer, after I’ve shed so many dead selves it seems like I’m stripped to the core, I will die and live no more. I think it is only then will I learn to let go what I can’t now.