Ink before pen; the line writes itself. Choices unreal–merely illusion. To fight the current would be but to carve the path. The string will unravel, as does sanity.   Maybe it will...

I’m never good enough. Or at least that’s how it’s always been. Apparently, I’m ordinary, but that’s far from my reality to say the least: I am a mid-fielder on the high school soccer team...