So it begins again, the cycle anew. Will it ever cease. Little changes, my world so limited, so fragile, fractured by the tiniest pebble. How do I reinforce the infrastructure, how do I strengthen the supports. Can they be strengthened. The answer has to be yes. For I've come this far. Still I linger, even if splintered and worn.

Bring the pain, it is pleasure. The boundary between them blurs. For they are one in the same. One accompanying the other, never sperate, always constant. Bring the pleasure, pain is equal. Pain and pleasure, they mix like a volatile cocktail, spewing together seamlessly. Take the pain, bring the pleasure, or reverse. Pain is pleasure, pain is pain, pleasure is pain, why separate, why be afraid, embrace the duality that i...

Anger is the fuel which ignites my soul and burns my core. It consumes me, engulfing my being, trying to take over, yet never overcoming me. I struggle on day by day, the anger locked tight below, but always lingering. Only in brief, fleeting moments does the anger come to the surface. Fits of intense rage, pain being dulled, feeling strong, powerful. Most often vented in the form of breaking and smashing bottles or piece...