Joel...

Through this pitch blackness of madness we grasp like addicts for lost dreams that shattered due to our inability to accept the simplicity of their fragility... I lost mine in time out of mind and separated myself from the predetermined timeline like alternate dimensions my supposed intentions of ascension met with the misdirection of regression and infected my self perception until mental health came to a fork in my path where the right choice would lead to my advance and the wrong to more setbacks.. I had to take a step back..I refused to accept a life of happenstance id rather dance with the devil than take that chance so I assume a meditative stance and ask why my goals seem beyond my grasp..perhaps its this over analytical individuals attempts to overcome invisible pinnacles invented by my simple need to feed the self defeatist beast that dwells withen the realms of insomniac sleep and guards the gates to inner peace...if only these voices of dissent would cease their cacaphony of blasphemy perhaps I could actually find solace and cross beyond the cruel figure eights of insanitys dismal fate.... Event Horizon...