What do you do when your ambitions exceed your current capabilities? Stranded on the island that is your mind, orchestrating a euphoric future draped in the wonders of your whimsical yet abstract world.
How can you manage the tendencies of failure creeping into your eloquent vision, hindering it’s life with its obstacle of death?
Perhaps it’s realism. Perhaps it’s pessimism. Nonetheless, it’s conniving— only serving the purpose of destruction and malice. Let me dream. Wake me up and let me build this dream to life. Like the cement that supports the bricks that build a home, let this intangible villain morph into the cement that builds my dreams a home.