I feel that it is once again time to reflect on my life, on its wonders, miseries, flaws and idiosyncrasies. I have stumbled and now lay wilted on the floor, floundering and fading at the whim of the world. Something has grabbed ahold of my mind. Something misplaced in space and in time, arousing an emotion similar to humiliation. I ponder this state of subliminal subjugation.

I am perplexed, and I am paralyzed. Time appears to meander by, yet it’s clear that it passes in the blink of an eye. I am unable to see me, though try as I might. She is clearly withholding my soul from my sight. So I allow my sadism to slither summarily to the surface. This darkness may actually hold the key to my purpose.

I humor my demons for they articulate these fancies of mine, this compulsion I feel to enrapture my mind. To not only free my essence, but to imbue it with joy, much like a child with his favorite new toy. I am awestruck by the images we create, by the way we make light of the temptations of fate.

I am guilty of nothing, yet innocent of much less, for I have failed to conform and fall in with the rest. I find it hard to be me, yet impossible to not. I am the one thing I found in everything I sought. I am the only thing I found in everything that I sought. I am the best thing that I found in everything that I sought.

I am inescapable…