Can't think, just shaking....instant rage fills me as thoughts of death and destruction to this hollow shell of a person surface in my mind. A ticking time bomb of hate and misplaced anger bubbling and spewing....ready to explode. Bystanders beware, innocence has been lost....angry person nearby. Huddled in a corner, rocking myself to sanity....darkness filling the night sky....moonlight caresses my face and hands as a silhouette dances across the walls and plays about my vision like a blurred puppet show. Silver and steel touch what feels like silk and quick burning sensations let me know I'm still alive. Red rivulets of aggression seep from my person and cleanse my soul of all that is negative for the time being. Another day in life, another obstacle, another thought, another waking moment where everything just seems to have gone wrong in this world. Issues so common yet so unwelcome. Daddy issues some may say....my issues I persuade them. All is well, honest. Tears fill my eyes and determination to hide the truth keeps them from falling to the floor endlessly. An escape is near....a venture into the world...where motivation, pain, honor, courage and commitment will consume my lifestyle and mold me into a person of great leadership, pride and a machine-like routine lifestyle. Put myself above others, my life is meaningless in this house of fascists. But alas....I am the fascist and I alone put my country before myself willingly to escape this mixed up hell. I prepare my mind as I take a leap from myself off of this high dive we call life into an empty pool of emotions and dreams......slipping from myself to hide from these problems. This is a window into my life....an aspect, a ray, a slice, a peice, a drop, a sip, sample, a taste, an edited version. But really, all is well, honest.