United States I gathered up supplies and built a space rocket. Everything was fine, I was shooting for the moon; but then I crash-landed on an island somewhere. I stumbled around for the last several years, and now I've begun getting stuff together and building again. 30 followers / 5.3k words
Sometimes a single denial of truth, A single compromise with your feelings, Can come to define you, or constrain you, Until you reach the point where Your life feels like a lie.
Before you can free yourself, You must first see your prison, Learn its shape and size. The way out is easy, a Hole in the wall; but You won't make it through If you don't open your eyes.
Resentment. I overflow with it. I am filled with doubt. Filled with dread and Longing. Which is me and which is other. I knew only that I had to do The Right Thing. I cannot now say What it was. Either I must persevere, or Abandon. And I cannot choose between them.