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Obsession's a strange thing. It never leaves you alone. And yet, chasing after it, you find yourself inexplicably far from everything you once deemed important. As you plunge into its confounding depths, you lose yourself to the desire to be you, and you alone. Because once it takes over your mind, nothing else seems to make sense. Well, not really. Such has been my relationship with poetry. To be honest, I never asked for the urge. In fact, I remember actively resisting it. Until, of course, I couldn't. I like to think of it as the deus ex machina that rescued my soul from the agony of my past and a raging disquiet about the future. This collection of poems is my humble homage to that obsession — an inherently flawed albeit an unmistakably promising distillation of everything I've written so far. At times painful but far from dishonest, it is ultimately a hopeful endeavor at examining the best (and the worst) of the world around us. And most importantly, the one within.