/I'll try to articulate how I convince myself to push through when I'm working out or when I'm under extreme stress./

20. How about 40?

Snow covers the tropical archipelago but people sniff it in.

What would you do if a bullet found Milo?

You're planning to blur the line between dreams & reality,

&

you had a nightmare where he was shot.

40. How about 60?

Don't be a little bitch man, your body must announce dominance.

What would happen if the arrogant ignorants targeted his back?

More muscles, more bullet space. If you stop at 60 push-ups there's a 40% chance Milo's perfect face would be... I'll blame you until we die.

60. Going to 80...

Burn yourself as if Satan's seated across your spine.

Tend your flesh and tear your muscles like how you would to their faces.

Transfer future pain through the tremble of your hands now- you are nothing but his sentient armor...

100.

Rest is for the weak,

Get up.

7x a week,

Never stop.

I push myself away from this unbelonging world a hundred times a day.