everything is falling apart.
pieces, chunks of my life, crumbling, ruined memories and broken promises, spiraling out of control.
everyone has left me.
i've given up.
i'm plummeting, down, down, down...
and then i'm not.
just for a split second i imagined what it would be like to lose everything, to finally surrender.
but i won't.
because i'm in reality.
reality forces me to have responsibilities and arm my way through the pain and heartache.
i'm fine.
we're all fine.
but the crazy thing is, we aren't fine.
none of us are fine.
no human on earth can say they've never not been okay.
reality isn't perfect.
nobody has ever had the blissful life we all dream of.
nobody ever will.
but
what if we let the demons of the world creep in, and burrow their roots in our mind?
then will that split second of destruction become the reality?
