The Way has become dark and I am afraid; clouds massed above me are turbulent, thundering loudly. My Guide has assured me that Light can never die but my mind is shrouded in doubt as thick as the darkness

It is a longer way to finding my memories than I thought, but I do have a Guide. Realms exist, it has been proven, in which the pain of existence melts away supposing a simple Path is followed . This Way

Aha! I have achieved one penny for my thoughts. I rub it in my hand to give me warmth. I will not spend it at the bazaar; no! Instead I shall fold it in my hair for luck, and keep it with me on my journey

Hello! I am entering this space as a way of expressing myself without censorship or restriction on my innermost thoughts, some of which, I must admit, disturb me. I have been asleep for many years and