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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Visions have died lash by lash.
Constrained environments cultivated creativity and fear.