I still cling on to the fact its the best thing I’ve ever made

‘move on, move on, move on, get a grip ma’ they scream at me but all I can hear is the same ‘you’ve done good kid’ reverberating inside my skull, cold sweats drip over me and I wake up at night with the words, ‘your destined to never improve on this video’ scrawled in shots of shadow and light draped over my bed spread…….