When giving hurts.

The world seems dull. Hope fades like a coloured clothing scrubbed too often. The walls of the Earth seem to close in. Suffocation follows. You tear. You gasp. Your mouth releases a scream from the deepest hell. But it will not change your crushing fate. It was decided long ago.


You were meant to journey through life alone. Who would, in their right mind, want a burden with them on their journey?


Regardless, this should not extinguish the fire of your ambition. Stoke it with desire. Fuel it with logs of failures past and dried. You will succeed. You must.