To not be afraid is a harmless proclamation; to uphold the strength behind one’s integrity can be overbearing.
To walk alone when the darkness irks and inches closer can be overcompensated by the hope that the stars may be overlooking; to gain the resilience to carry each of your own feet can tremble any sense of security.
On this journey where there may be fear and reward, each aura gambles their authority in the form of chess and make their way to the checkered board,
ready for any and all actions against the player — the keeper of all evoked memories and facilitator of verdicts.
In this complex quarrel, time trickles and inches closer towards the emotions of uncertainty and despair, with a subtle partiality towards the victory of intrinsic optimism;
a mocked sentiment by reality and the superposition of all possibilities.
In the worst of times, one must find solace within themselves through harmless proclamations and impressionable hope — a halved chance of occurrence, amongst a halved sea of impasse.
In these worst of times, the superposition of verisimilitude and tormenting imagination prevails to push one forward.
A superposition to protect the humanity that makes us delicate,
a superposition that sets our individualism apart from in-animation,
a superposition that simply makes us mortal and effortlessly artless.