A House Blend

The reality has stepped in back into his life. Like a bitter tea left to brew for too long, there was a certain distaste to its taste. His dreams had once more become countless but lost all the colour. He was self-assured like never before, falsely, he knew, but accepted the ignorance at heart.

"Is this the wisdom and maturity a man grows into with age?" Why is it so joyless? Without creation? Without discovery? So bland.