A PLOT WITH THE FAILURE

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙄 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚. 

I wailed in quietude as I transcrib my emptiness into unheard songs of rage. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚? 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝. My unspeakable fear sees me as nothing but a professional failure. Nonetheless, through the failed years, I've learned not to stay still in the waiting room.

"𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 a 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚" 𝙄 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙; In due time, I shall undress my sorrow, and shield the heart with my mistakes;

While I wait, I'll live, while I live, I will chase my dreams. While chasing, I will make known and unknown errors with no ounce of regret.

Before I sail off into a dream of unreturned, I shan't be thrown upon the sheer of ignorance human exists for.

𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞n𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

Regardless, I am not a failure.