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Dream from behind glass of a world full of open, no barriers to protect or restrict, no one to decide for you and no one to blame if you fail.

Begin the excuse before the action even exists, covering all angles of why moving is impossible, why trying is beyond you, why someone else will just have to do it even if time and energy is lacking, they’ll do what you won’t.

Innocently unaware of the trial filled with pain waiting for you today, testing a young soul with its first incentive to be brave so that the happy life you have known will continue and this memory won’t darken your future.

False memories make up your new image, one you cling onto to prevent falling into the abyss of despair.

Recreate the person through stored memories, constructing them from others and fooling yourself it’s really them, so you don’t have to face the emptiness of loss and the certainty of end.

Assemble an appealing day and watch a flock emerge to admire your work, eager to soak up another’s efforts and benefit without the exertion. Is the satisfaction really the same?

Gaze upon the discarded and wonder why it’s in sight, why no one has whisked it away to be forgotten instead of becoming your problem.

Resist for reward but temptation is too enticing, breaking your resistance for the brief moment of pleasure and a longer length of punishment. Was it worth it?

Fingers remember sound and phantom play their way to comfort, a moment of absolute as everything begins to tilt.

The moment of bated silence before stillness settles, so routine no excuses are given, yet the crushing end still sucks all hope away and there’s nothing to defend against searching eyes that refuse to look away and let you keep pretending.