Now you’re climbing to where the light is intense enough to help you grow like a vine — to reach the top of the tree line only to realize you were rooted to the dirt the entire time.
Have you taken a moment to seriously ask yourself if you’re good enough for this world? Probably not. Your delusions have just climbed to the next level to where you believe in yourself. You were better off as a child knowing you couldn’t do anything right. The words of your father on a speaker in your mind: “If you only you were a better son.”
You can’t stop sinking, climbing an abyss. Mycelium wraps and insects’ feed. Where dirt and worms know their kind. This is a dangerous place. Hidden. where loneliness asks why a star and blackhole are the same.
