It's so hard to see anything other than the whole, my focus is frozen on the big picture, every small thing seems insignificant. Through everything I try and every choice made on every new day almost nothing comes to an end. I see my desires realized in my dreams, I wake in the same cell, bound and exhausted from struggling to fly in my sleep. I cry out and what returns is naught save my own echoing despair, distant and somehow foreign to myself. As if I'd grown apart from me, like the limbs of a budding tree forking and choosing two separate paths, fighting to be free of themselves, gaining nothing, getting nowhere.
Why can't I shake this?
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