How can you breathe In such a still world I am drowning Yet I am not even in water. My soul is suffocating Yet I am in complete solitude. My lungs are collapsing. Each breath I take, Is one breath Less

I have reached the brink of society. I am at the cutting edge point where my soul sits at the line of equilibrium questioning life and it's many Devine purposes. Half of me sees a life destined for happiness,

Too often we hear about people who abuse drugs, or alcohol, even other people. But not often enough do we hear of people who abuse themselves. I'm not talking about the physical abuse, I'm talking about

What is it like? A question so commonly asked, yet so rarely answered. How is one supposed to answer such a question. When you've been living this way for so long, you forget what normal is. So here is