SUNSTROKE

Sometimes I fear that all these amazing things that I see are not only inspiring but intimidating to a point where I´ll be too certain that I am actually not that good. And that keeps me awake at night. My brain feels heavy, and my heart slows down. I feel like crying, and I try hard but my eyes are dry because inside I still think it is my fault, like I can still do something about it. And at the same time hope that´s true because otherwise, it means that after all, I was right.