I'm looking at it. It's right infront of my face. I can smell its stench. I can almost taste it. It represents everything. It symbolizes my entire life. I'm not sure how to live in a world where I don't have it. Without it I cease to exist...
I reach out to grab it. I clench my fist to claim it. Is it there? Do I have it? Is it enough for this world that claims I'm crazy? Will it be enough to set me free?
I did something that I'm not proud of. That probably deterred my chances. My chances of getting it. Why would I do that? It makes no sense. It is completely irrational. Selfsabotage...
I reach out to grab it. I'm afraid. I'm mortified. I'm not sure what scares me most. Getting it, or losing it forever. Will either be enough to set me free?
So close...
