time goes by, hard, and tougher by the day. I progress slow with scrapes and pains. I fall and stumble, only to get back up and walk again. times will get better, or so I hope. but for now I got to cope. I've got to make my way up this rocky slop I call life. I cant help it if every inch feels like a mile, but in life we all face trials. just dust yourself off and finish that mile.