Amidst the shadows of solitude, I find myself embarked upon a journey of forsaking, forsaking the visage that once defined me, forsaking the essence of my being as it stands in the present. I depart from my former self, for I deem myself unworthy of the trials endured, and those that still weigh heavy upon my spirit. No longer shall I tether myself to the perceptions and expectations of those who, under the guise of goodwill, have woven a tapestry of misfortune for me. My utterances are misconstrued, my deeds overlooked, and my entreaties fall upon deaf ears. Yearning for solace, yet cognizant that solitude is my sole companion, for solace is a luxury reserved for others, beyond the grasp of one such as I, no matter the opulence that fills my coffers.
By JustMayavi
