I used to believe that beauty existed in every one. There are some people though that have killed that beauty inside themselves to show a deeper level of their concept of self. The vanity of the world has eaten them away, and left nothing but the rotting shell of what once had so many possibilities.
Sometimes I recognize this negativity within myself, and right now I’m stuck. This is worse than being between a rock and a hard place. It’s like being scattered between a million rocks and hard places and being informed by reality that I now have to put the puzzle back together.
The difference is, when you get stuck on a puzzle you can walk away from it and come back with a fresh mind and a fresh take on what to do next. You don’t get to walk away from yourself. Every moment you struggle to decide between finding yourself and trying to take a break, you sink a little further.
They say there’s no where but up from the bottom. Who were they any way? And how do they know how far down I am to know that I’ve reached the bottom?