I’m stuck here. The city that consumes is swallowing me whole. The land is dreary and the buildings are soul list. I am but one of many being exhausted of all ambition. I look to a future that is hard to see when so many doors are closed now and the hallway leads to darkness. Find me here gazing at a reflection of bare broken face bereft of all focus. Awaiting the tides to bring me back to shore. I am tiny and the strong walk over me stomping out the last embers of my dreams. I now lust for natural disasters when she frees us all of our misfortune and all our inadequacies.
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