It all starts with a road I walk down of my own self doubts and ends with an ocean of insecurities that I can never cross with the raft I had made. Or maybe it's your wrath that has made me so scared to go outside all of these years. So scared to be myself so I put on a suit made of someone else. I lobotomize my own brain just to be a selfless corpse. Walking around a god forsaken world, one without love and mercy, one that knows nothing of glory. One that will chew you and spit you out just to laugh at your bleeding body. But baby let me tell you one thing, this ****** up world isn't everything. Sometimes there is beauty in the most simplest of things. I'm learning these lessons everyday and the fog seems to be going away. The seas of my insecurities are going down. The storm is passing. The storm is passing.