I feel the need to touch the deepest part of my soul, to find meaning in this life and feel the intensity of my own existance.

Yet as I walk through the baren wasteland inhabited by mankind I see an underlying fear. A fear of ourselves and death which brings forth an inability to experience life.

I clothe myself in a vale of propriety and imagine it safe to walk among my peers. But the truth will not be hidden away. The cloth is thin, the truth is felt by those senses which are linked to that which I am. I am a victim of those things which lie inside myself..