Slowly dying from pushing my limits, going over my usual boundaries, stepping outside my comfort zone. Struggling will only sink me further but I accept this fall and prepare my cushions to make it more bearable. It might seem like the end of the things I love and believe in but when I resurrect from this death, my flames will be bigger and brighter. Like a phoenix, I'll rise from the tiniest speck of ashes and spread my wings wider.
P/S: Next time I write like this, you know that I'm very well in dire need of sleep (^.^)v