He looked at the clutter around him. Neglected, half-finished dreams littered the desk, table, and sections of the floor. At one point each project had held so much life and promise, but now they were on life support, or worse yet zombified corpses. He wondered what was the best approach going forward. Maybe he should just put everything away and pull out pieces when he was ready to resurrect them, but that would mean confronting his failures, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do that just yet. Besides, he had a brand new idea, and he knew it would work.
Belief was sometimes such a fragile thing
Relying on just your faith that everything will be okay
Outside forces were always tearing at that virtual support
Keeping it under assault, looking for the smallest of cracks
Enlarging them until the whole thing falls into pieces
Nothing could ever put you back together completely and make you whole again