Is a fragile existence

Only reassured by the extremities it resides?

Is it safer to be in a far away point that is difficult to reach?

The prettiest

The smartest

The most hardcore

Someone who ate the most apples

In an hour

Points in reality, extremities, that act as a fortress to being you. By being inaccessible to most they grant the protection of purity. The safety of a fragmented individuality away from the void of a nameless mass

Is constant competition the means to make sure your identity bunker stays intact by the everlasting barrage of people’s growth that challenge your own conquered character?

It’s okay don’t be scared it is safe to fall asleep and die, be forgotten and consumed by the everlasting reoccurrence of a spring that always blooms

It’s okay don’t be scared you can really only love yourself