An excerpt from a novel I’ve been working on (although I haven’t written anything at all recently):
My hope, tarnished like an abandoned bicycle chained to a tree for years;
As the bicycle, my aspirations chained to the harsh physical realities;
One day, will I finally accept myself for leading a mediocre life?
Because until then, with the demons of my childhood dreams, I fight.
-Rossalyn, the protagonist of my novel