Quick Write

I defy your concept of reality, of black and white, of right and wrong. Gravity cannot hold me down, and yet I remain grounded. Passion runs through my veins causing me to act in ways that catch you off guard. For if change does not come from me, from where will it come?

The weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of my community in my hands, I press on pushing my body to the brink of destruction, and my mind to dementia. The more conformed I appear, the more powerful I am. The wheels in my head are constantly turning, the blocks quickly falling into place.