- "I-I'm sorry?"
"I asked you how you were feeling today?"
-"That's a good question..."
I say with a smile plastered on, welcoming one and all to the show.
Delight in the thinning tightrope called "Resolution" this man walks, stretching beyond the dark, hungry, trench that is looming below. Watch! As this man jumps through every hoop, with only every intention to please you, to keep your gaze, to hear your praise, only to slowly but inevitably lose his time in the spotlight.
Alas, our hero grows weary from his various exploits, all of which seem to dissipate in the advancing melancholy haze that rises up from the void beneath him. Resist as he might, using every possible second to attain even a minute of your engrossment to strengthen his resolve, his strength begins to fade.
With no way to mitigate this oncoming onslaught of voraciously debilitating nothingness, the champion of the hour falters, beginning his descent into the deep vale of disparagement he now calls home.
