I dont know where i stand. Im just waiting. I feel like a tourist. Examining the crowded room from afar. But im tired of waiting. Waiting and just hoping that one day I’ll find what I’ve been chasing. I tried to fly away. But then reality came crashing down on me and I fell. Now I have to carry that around, too. Reality. “Be realistic.” Those were the words that killed me.
imagine a video game where you create a hero whose destiny is to save everyone, but throughout the game you start making harder and more questionable decisions, and the game gets darker and darker. and in the end you’re just standing there, clutching the controller and finally realizing you were playing the villain all along