Seduction of Sorrow

I based this photo off the raw power of seduction, but not in the typical sense of the meaning. We are all drawn to act by a moral compass that bases our choices of what’s right and wrong. But some of us are bound to lose sight of our own control and allow a force to intervene at our weakest moments. Our conscious is drawn to the seduction of behaving irrational. The force of anxiety or depression can hold you back, whispering in your ear that the choices you make don’t matter— that you don’t matter. It’s a soothing voice, almost like a brother or sister;
it sits close to you and harasses you, but also loves you. You take that “love” and listen to it. You make choices based on its feelings, not yours. You look at your reflection and see what you aren’t and drown in your conscious, with no one to save you but your toxic actions that now define you. You are lost, you are drawn, you accept the blight that now dwells deep in your heart. The control that once make you strong is now the strings that pull you from beyond. That’s the power of seduction.