A feeling of discontent brought upon by a simple flaw in my being has drug me into that place where the pressures are immense and the vision is blurred.
It’s a repetitive process, it’s not if it’s when will it come again. Each direction feels like the wrong one so I continue to live stagnatly. It is a fatal flaw, strip by strip piece by piece you become weathered and unrecognizable.
I remind myself to breath, you were born into this.