This world dances, not as if at some fancy ball, but slowly, without a partner to hold tightly to its breast. When I look into the sky, I see pairs, couples, lovers, but away from the heavens love is so much harder to find. But then again, so is everything else.

My world is in a state of war, between the mundane of the world and the terrors that prevail my mind. My life, in which I am forced to be grounded to the everyday, strikes as heavy a blow as the nightmares that come to me in the night. They both cripple me, and make me less than what I hope to become. The worst part, by far, is that I can not cling to either one if I am to hope to rise above everything.