Broken

2:15 a.m.

Fear was felt and the thought swirled into anxiety. It wasn't too certain; it was far yet it was monumentous. Powerless and small. Shattered by my own curiosity and relentlessness. Forsaken I have, but what was I to do to retain myself in the unchanged? Stray and swayed in inconsistency. I was stuck in dichotomy of what was thought to be absolute, the opposite was yet to be found.The mind was wandering about, but must one know where he stood? Weak and powerless. The proud is stumbled in self-defeat. It peaked and slowly remedied. Another day was yet to come and it went on.