They say “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”.
The metaphorical epitome of health resting on a single fruit.
A single object.
A single piece.
A single phrase.
Everything relies on something simple.
Everything can be changed with something simple.

A life can be saved with a word.
A hand.
A smile.

But why is it that when we need, just this one apple, this one simple object to change everything, it is not there?

On the uplifting days we have a supply of apples readily available, yet on these days,
When the rays of sun are purely darkness, and we dance with the devil contained inside our head, these apples have vanished.

You reach out searching, you try to create your own, you force it. Nothing Works.

You can’t stay away from that doctor, you can’t stay away from that darkness.

You are engulfed, thinking maybe through the blindness you can still obtain the answer.
The Cure.
You’re Wrong.
You’re Trapped.
You Have Nothing To Stop It.

It’s just a simple fruit, but it is one that you can’t have.