Striving. Pushing. Needing. Wanting. Desiring so deeply to let it all go
A gorgeous contradiction, of yearning, to be seen and heard.
Yet, longing to throw off the bow lines and sail freely in to the winds of my fear.
Alone, spinning in place, while the seas of doubt churn around me.
Spiraling further away from what I've always known to be true.
The vortex of validation is the trick.
The siren's secret, as I take a fatal bite from her apple of adoration.
Hear the cheers, see their faces, watch the numbers soar...
Until the day comes, when I can't find the real me anymore.