The voices in my head tell different tales. Sometimes they tell me I’m the whole universe, that I’m all about stars and magic and power and glory. And sometimes, I’m reminded of my nothingness, my insignificance, my existence as a tiny speck of dust in this big, wide universe.
It’s insane, I tell you. There’s this constant tug of war inside my head and I don’t know on whose side am I. My hopes pull hard, my insecurities pull harder. I’m struck in the middle, it’s like the rope is tied around my neck and it smothers me, this whole ‘which side to take’ process. Balance is a word long forgotten, quiet is a forbidden fruit. Perhaps I will never know if I’m made of stars or of all that’s dead. But what i do know is the fact that I will get through every storm, that things will get better eventually, that pain is only transient.
Or maybe not. Hell, the tug of war just began!
•A survivor of the idiocracy•
YAMBIO DAVID 