Excerpts

The knives have always pointed inwards. Shards of insecurities that gleam in the harsh sunlight waiting to draw first blood. They never taught him how to conquer all. Within his being, as one tempestuous upheaval was vaquished, another came alive and the taste of fresh pain roared in its wake.

He dreams in shattered glass, the landscape hurting his eyes as every vignette unfolds, manifests and exits in the continuum of his thoughts. To see the light of a day when every fear lies lifeless at his feet is the elixir to his rejuvenation. Procuring this is his eternal quest. A journey filled with struggle, hardships and dejection. Yet he won't give up.