Feel the pain

The gym awaits.

An assortment of machines meant to bring about change, and for me, a bit of relief, of excitement. And again another source of expelling the grief that happens to splatter like shit on the windshield of my soul. Yes I have stress, just paranoia at times, and self doubts I need to capitlize on before someone else does. Stronger, more defined muscle, increased stamina ( heh..) and better health.

Jennifer says I beat myself up there, that I should talk more of it out. Yet there are things which can only be resolved with a workout that leaves me wishing my muscle could escape my flesh, cause it hurts that much.

But that’s because I hurt that much, and so I continue, more reps, until my legs shake from frightful exhaustion, hey it’s only my body.

So here I am. A fleshy prison of woe…