Through it all

I tried to type but I backspaced all the 100 words or more because none made sense. I know, I know cause this time I am not typing nor writing. I'm all smiles but not applied when alone. I am empty. I know for sure this time I am and many more of such and definitely worse will come find me. They will come banging for me and by then.. Who will come save me? Me but myself. Me but myself. No one but me. Me but myself. Ride through it all, ride through it all for your rainbows whether imaginary or not is just above this tedious mountain. Ride through it and you will garner peace or maybe, what if.. it is just my imaginary peace? Right through it all with determination that may seem to be of failed pretense anyway.