Sometimes I feel my heart is full of too much blood and I wonder what it'd be like to juice it like a fruit.

Sometimes there is just too much to do and my lungs start going and I think the end of time is coming.

Sometimes I feel like an adult.

Sometimes.

I feel this constant pushing forward right now, right now these days, no breaks these days
Can't tell if I'm a fan of these days

the winter snow into a freshwater spring of sorts
and white rapids coming from it with such a force bouncing me on the rocks.
Key thing is;
I'm going forward

Nicks and cuts can be nothing if you let them be