2:14 p.m. - August 23, 2011
The Dark Cold Night of I, Which Doesn't Really Exist
Another night, in life. It seems to break the light, but it's just the beetle's flight. I'm afraid of change, I'm afraid of failure, but I'm ready for a new phase. I'm ready for the rain, cuz now I've got my scarstruck face. What do you got?!

ALl of this, that feels like everything, boils down to nothing. This is death dancing with Life. This is Shiva awakening. This is Kephra in the night. This is me, trying to be I.