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.
Looking back, I saw hopelessness coming.
I was buried underneath several heaps of iron.Swimming all the way in this metallic lagoon was so exerting.If only I could turn this surface into an array of medals.
Characters righteously beg to have adventures.
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...
The sky was nothing but fog. Shame the sun decided to be cowardly today. So many things waited patiently under the obscured ceiling. Was it that much different from being underground?
Inflated points can't cure the pestilence.
Mistakes were such misfortunes. If only other's shortcomings could be seen by the one who fell. They might as well have not happened away from their eyes.