circumstances bring up feelings. feelings lead to moods. moods make us forget about thinking and make us slaves to the circumstance. i will fight, this hunger within, wanting to let it go, to be angry. to let the insults rip, to let the fists fly. i will fight it. i will bind my hands and bite my tongue. i will smile, forgive and move on. this circumstance will not overtake what i could be if there was nothing to hold me down. you are my saviour and i will follow you out of the depths of misery. this hope will never fade.