Did you ever feel like you were drifting?
The things surrounding your very purpose coming unhinged, unreal?
I find myself floating, leaving the ground, untethered…and at risk.
Vulnerability runs rampant.
A tidal wave of fear crushes the spirit and assails the mind.
Is it a dream? Or the realization that passions can lead one into believing too much in the power of honor and dignity?
I begin to question my very sanity.
Corruption is everywhere. I bow my head to perfection and know it can never be attained.