A Billion Burning Dreams

II. This is productivity. Endless energy. The kind of certainty that turns dust

into a masterpiece. No time for time. No need for sleep. The unstoppable fury of a billion burning dreams. The kind of fuel only blood can be. A high only a god could reach. I wrote a novel today— three-hundred pages in an hour. I invested everything I had into a promise

no human being could ever keep. Nothing matters.

Everything is possibility. I can transform anything into anything. Monotony meant to feel divine. I erected a kingdom today, but tomorrow I will burn it to the ground.

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