thirty-two weeks since that honest evening you’ve heard me slowly silence, watched my brilliance burn out, and witnessed my lonely defeat. in fear, i compromised our vibrant dynamic. in fear, i compromised my physical being. in fear, i compromised everything i had. well, fuck that fear, my dear! i said, fuck it! do you hear me? now thirty-two years, but i don’t want to count anymore. i’ll stop to restore that vibe we had going, to restore my body’s strength, to restore everything i had. i have a choice, and i choose the possibility of you to help me fight this crazy fear, and win. i want you to see my colors shine, to hear the chime in my voice again, to witness my hard-won phoenix rising.