Too many expectations can drown you into the deepest trench of sorrow— when reality never comes to shore. All that you’ve dreamed of shattered right before your eyes, even before you could build it whole. The vessel’s foundation— cracked by values that never sailed the same direction. And I’m fine, though this disappointment remains valid. Losing myself someday would hurt far more than watching a future fade away. So this is how I see you now: you’re just another guy I met, one I hoped would understand me a little better than the rest— but you don’t. This is good for me, sadly. I already know how this ends— this fast— before I’m chased by footsteps and the wild throb of sacrifice that makes me forget how to think with reason.