A short story.
you where everything I yearned to be, burned out, I would continue, destroying my body, my hard work all in vain. A ballerina that was never relevant, I was reminded again that it was your mere gaze that reduced me simply to a mere shadow that dared to hide in the bright light of your divinity. How dare I? My incompetence. Trapped in misery, I'm trying to hide it. Cursed be everyone who curses you, and blessed be everyone who blesses you, my sad reality.