When one has drowned in lies, then one is forced to swim.Everything was a construct and never questioned.The mind demanded to be reformatted.
Ashes descend. New wings take flight.
No snapping. A keyboard shall suffice.
Everything was just sapped from me.Worlds needed to be created, but I was never motivated to give any action.Clouds with chains hover above this one.
Looking back, I saw hopelessness coming.
Attitude was only so much. Whatever optimism I had in persevering was met with rejection after rejection. I thought hard work was everything until I saw others get the upper hand with help. What does it even mean to work smarter? What about the things I couldn't control?So many lies...
They only wanted others to comply.
Visions have died lash by lash.
Constrained environments cultivated creativity and fear.
The mind was prone to wander. Everything has caused anxiety to anyone. It wasn't constructive panicking all the time.