doubt is confining me. it is holding me hard, and breaking me down. i am poisoned, and ideas have taken roots too deep. i feel paralyzed. all my bones are broken, and i am in a bed with curtains drawn aside. nothing is clear, and everything feels close to hopeless. i want something to shine through the curtains. i want just a glimmer of hope to escape the cracks. i am almost ready to give up, but i wouldn't know where to go. i wouldn't know what to leave, or how to escape where i would want to go.