I was drowning, a victim of my own corrupted thoughts, how could I escape such a steep wave of insecurity?
If I swam against the current it would probably save my life but to fight against my own conflicting morality is something not even I believe I can defeat.
I was cruising through the forest, looking for my next adventure, something to fulfil my intrepid needs. Then I saw what appeared to be a ghost of the past, the illusion of something I had buried so deep inside that I believed it would fall incapable of digging it's way back to the surface in which I occupied. I lost myself in that moment, everything I worked towards was taken within the singular breath of a beast.
That face, oh that god-forbidden face that I despised so deeply, the face of the person I wished death upon. I dreamt to drag my fingernails through the frail skin of her profile.
My blood boiled, and before I knew it my clenched fists ravaged the sickening face of the person before me. I looked at my fist, blood dripping from my bruised knuckles. My eyes flicked back up at the figure before me only to see the remains of a smashed mirror...
We all fall eventually.
