It Feels So Right When It’s Wrong.

It’s all like a chess game; you’ve built a wall of pawns laid out in front of your vulnerable pieces. Confidently strong, you move them one by one planned accordingly, and in one blink of an eye they’re all gone. Hopelessly panicking the only way to attempt to save yourself is by carefully moving vulnerably. There was no use since your opponent devoured them all leaving just one standing; the king. The one who keeps the game going, or should I say you alive. Check. Where can it go when it’s all caged up in fear? Where are your pawns now? They were nothing but a front; you knew you were never really strong. Checkmate, you’re left dead and cold in this sleepless night.