My eyes are sealed by sparkling comforts. I desire to rest in easy paths. My mind takes rest during waking moments. Challenging this is not easy.

Being in places of comfort can never challenge me, and only and only and only if i decide to change will comfort go away. It is a sickening feeling, so guilt filled and grossly pretty to be nothing. They would rather you make no waves, to be the unchallenged and to never disturb, because they can handle that and no more. I cannot be this or I will sink into that mass, and whatever divided me from it before will only absorb me, forgotten.