If it was the last thing you do
You could feel your chest tighten as the day drew towards the close. You felt like you should have done more than you have but the body you are in was spent beyond belief. Having taken a look at the time, it was already past midnight. Maybe it is then thoughts otherwise lost in the noise surge in your mind, as you ventured into the what ifs and such questions. Could the person do more without feeling the struggle? Was it that much to ask for to be a bit more accomplished? To
Reading the Riot's Act
I have heard the voices, of peers and higher-ups, in the glitz of their achievements, that I, a mere mortal, was not enough to push past the norms of the wizardry. Those words were like a dog being put to heel, a cat being brushed in a tub or a parrot being caged in a box. You would have thought that they would use better words and kinder minds, that they would scale the giddying heights of compassion and understanding but it just came off as a condescending jibe for a person