It was easy, everything used to be. But now, now, things have changed. It doesn't make sense. Doesn't add up. But I want harder. It's not challenging enough. I want to have to fight to survive. To live and thrive. I want to WORK for it. These are my wants. I have all my needs. It's all too good. Too perfect. I can't live like this anymore. Time to take matters into my own hands. It's time to disapear and start over.
The plan forms in my head. Clear as daylight. My mind is made. Nothing can stop or change anything now. It'll be perfect, exceptional even. It'll take time. But time is preparation to make sure everything is done to utter perfection. I will make no mistakes. I have before. But not this time. It's all figured out. Completed. Just waiting patiently to proceed and take action. I'm the master here, no one else. I've taken control. It's all on me. But no fears or worries, they cause havoc and doubt. I play the cards, I have the upper hand. I will succeed.
It's time...
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
