When everything you stake claim to,

abandons you.

When everything you thought was natural

Was in fact delusional.

When you begin to dispute with the mirror.

what would you do?


When hard work does not equate success, and talent is insufficient.

Would this simply mean that I was wrong?

Laden with fear and anxiety, compressed between good and wrong.

Encircled with an banishing shroud of darkness,

I stretch out my right arm, illuminating a path out.

Strangely, I fall backwards, and fall into an deceptive slumber.

I was in my element.