After relishing in my own benign world in the worn library, I returned to actuality of the earth and found a colorless, unsympathetic reality lurking at my threshold of my life.
Reality: a wild beast that strangled with its judgements. I faced this enemy before in my daily visit to a hassling school, the choices which raided me everyday, and the hardship of mingling with others. It liked to strike fear and trepidation into my consciousness, giving me misleading thoughts of being unacceptable and lying that the entire world was against me. It demanded for me to be flawless and it screamed in my ear if that was not carried out.
My artwork, writing, health, and everything that inhabited my life had such a requirement to be perfect. The earth was fracturing in my mind, and its cutting shards pierced my thoughts. This intense, flourishing belief grew with me as the weeks past.
It overflowed and poured out from my mouth one evening, an evening when my sensitivity was breaking its way through me.
