So lost in the abyss of self doubt, self grasping, self remorse. The irony of your own reflection against the mirror of the world; any image of opposite, an image overwhelmed with distortion. A light of life you search for; a ray of hope. Does...

Fear rules me. It is the warmth through the winter & the comfort in the night. The language that drives my motivations inside. Happiness is foreign, sadness grotesque. Excitement is for the children & peace for my ancestors. Without fear, I do not know the...