I ask for too much I know it.
I yearned for stability. I got it. yet here I am saying that’s it?
Is that it?
To be forward on the highway of life yet somehow feel stuck on a red light?
Accomplishing things has never been hard for me. It’s the feelings that come after; of nothingness.
The hard work, the pain and sweat to be at the top and once you’re there all you see is a beautiful view but an empty cave called your rib cage.
Is that what relativity feels like? To somehow feel that you’re unmoving stuck at traffic yet you’re going at the speed of light somewhere else? If that’s what it is then my life’s a sham.
This disease of mine will haunt me regardless of anything I do.
This disease sees no other color but red.