I’ve grown so much from my own delusion. I’d like to think I’ve been imposing a nature upon myself that is incongruent to who I truly am appearing to be. I think I’ve been far too preoccupied with the possibility that my existence is contingent upon the propensity to feel without betrayal. I can only attest that, when my highly-esteemed trinkets crashed before my eyes, I was overwhelmed with a lack. A lack of sentience. I feared the possibility of things failing, I feared the possibility of losing things. But never ever the failure and the loss itself. Never. Only once and after that, never again, as though I realized the intrinsic absurdity of it all in my Mercurial mind.