As i lay still in a trance, my thoughts ran wild, trying to control every image I saw. My surroundings unseen, around me echoed: " You're not good enough", " Fake", " You will never live up to expectations". I was isolated with my own thoughts; it's ironic because ny thoughts are polar opposites to my actions.
The fasade continued until ny surroundings began to form. Stranded in an antiquated, vast forest the echoings diffused as a figure emerged from the depths of the trees.
