Coexisting With Yourself

The past few days have shown me that it is a very difficult thing to have ambition coexist with depression. The electricity that comes with working towards your horizon can barely make it past of the shadow of this strange darkness in your bones. Like calcium, it forms and it hardens, concreting itself into your DNA. All of the sadness and the anxiousness and my lying senses will always be some part of me, even if it’s not meant to.

The hard truth of the matter is that I need to find a way to coexist with that other side. And some days, like the past couple of days, I will fail. Some days my bones will turn to iron and chain me to the closet and I won’t want to come out again. The rest of the time I’ll be working, racing against the clock until the moment my shadow overtakes me and I gain the weight of the sun. Until then, I can carry my world.

 

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Author: awholenewlimb

I'm twenty years old, living Kansas City, Missouri, and trying to make a name for myself. I enjoy writing about my life experiences, even if I've only had twenty years of them, and the way they have shaped me into who I am today. It's still a working progress, but it's gonna be a pretty interesting ride getting there.

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