Chances
Perhaps the beginning of something larger. I highly doubt it. But I thought I'd put it up, in any case.
Sometimes a person can feel like they’re on top of the world. Everything goes as planned, down to the very curve in the curls of their hair. No one can bring them down, for the glow that emanates from them is like the sun - too powerful to extinguish. So warm that no amount of cold could ever stop it.
I’m not one of those people. I’m beneath the world, though I’m not holding it up, not suspending it on my shoulders. I am being crushed beneath it. Nothing goes as planned, for even when I begin with the best of intentions, I cannot seem to win. My glow is non-existent. I’m a cold, suspended piece of rock, more like the moon than the sun, but lacking the moon’s calm, collected presence.
Perhaps it is my thought process that makes my world go awry at every opportunity. Perhaps my expectations are much too pessimistic for anything to turn out right. Sometimes, a person can feel like they’re on top of the world, but I feel like they need people like me in a way. To be crushed beneath their platform of the world, people to act like an anchor and give the sphere a definite reference point that can be labeled “the bottom".