I see no possible escape from this disastrous life. Most people I know shy away from the truth. While you crawl through lies, your expression becomes like a drifting body. I hope that someday you will confess the truth.
I am troubled by my own mind over this foundation of truth that induces feelings of weakness, fear, and shame. I write with a deep sense of rejection toward the truth, I am bound to be dead end in the end. Another struggle weighs me down.
It’s neither the beginning nor the end until I return to myself. I am drowning in these shallow waters.