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F. Scott Fitzgerald is my muse.
Gods Convict
Jul 12, 2020 3 years agoI am Gods Convict, Three strikes and you're out! The idea held firmly by those who hold authority… are you rich enough, attractive enough, well versed enough? The implausibility of holding all three firmly without indirect or direct criticism and or doubt is impossible. We are all convicts of crimes against humanity, the trifecta of sins that morals are invervedly destroyed by. Words spoken in spite that last more than any mortal wound could, the deepest of cuts is given by peers and loved ones. However the bruises from comments to delicate criticisms, those set in the mind for what seems like an inescapable time loop of self doubt and self destruction. Yet how does one fully recover from such intrusive blows? Having hope is one escape, but hope isn't always enough to get yourself through the day! Religion is often a crutch used when the impossible around oneself is unforeseeable, is the magic of religion still a viable means of safety? These are my thoughts that keep me awake when even the ground around me seems to shine, the ability to have blissful contempt dangles around me like a crown of thorns that are not my own. Childhood is where the cracking starts, one might never be the same again for the trauma of the past repeats itself in the mind reminding of constant failures and disadvantages.
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