For the past twenty-something years, I’ve been on a delusional journey of self-discovery; a journey intended to end with a better sense of self under a positive light: who I am or was, why I behave or behaved so, where I come from, where I am, and where I’m headed. I make vows that promise self-improvement for the greater good and greater awareness of others; being less of a shadow and more of a guiding light.

Unfortunately, reflections that haunt the silence of the night have only revived my demons. I can see them when I close my eyes and I can hear their intruding voices every time I think or speak.

I’m afraid I found comfort here though, alone and apathetic. In this void that has only grown in every attempt to better myself for the sake of myself and for the sake for others.