bluecordbandit

I stared death in the face today; whether it was for real or mearly a mirrage casted by the lunacy of the desert sand, is meaningless, in my eyes and my mind I was dead. In one full swoop, Ibecame a hero and hated, at the same time.I can't speak of what ails me, and yet it plagues my every movement, my every thought, my everything, I have no release, no escape from reality, it stares me in the face, even behind my eye lids...