May
16
The Death (of Part of Myself)
The most unwelcome sense of failure hovers over me. My ego lies in agony at my feet, slain by reality. I once thought I’d reach the Moon on a pair of wings, but now I wonder if I’ll ever get there in a spaceship. This vast and impenetrable dischantment soon enters and I feel all of the air leaving my lungs. I gasp, gasp for air, but cannot seem to catch my breath. And yet, I do not want to fade. I do not want to just cease to exist. Something more; I am made for something more, I cry out. Trails to walk, roads to drive down, trees to stand in awe under. The world has so much to give.
