The fear I felt was no less than uncertainty, in the time I thought would be wasted I tasted this urgency.

I seen before me an ideal path to heal, because past injuries had dulled my senses and lessened my proficiency.

I called for help but no one heard me, but in the matter of health it was more than enough that I heard myself.

I grew weak from the smell of blood but worse it was to see myself suffer in the reflection of self-love.

Because I seek myself like fear seeks security, but certainly when fear subsides the comfort of the heart overcomes the caution of the mind.