root-book

Imagine for a moment, losing the ability to walk. As an athlete. As who prides yourself on getting around. Imagine losing your scholarship, your sex life, your friends. Imagine no longer being invited to parties, no longer being able to fool around at your own discretion, no longer being able to take a stroll and clear your mind. What do you do when you feel trapped by the air of uncertainty? What happens when paranoia mixes with restriction? Can you crawl from that hole? Or would you end up diving from the same rooftop?