How do flowers bloom from dirt, beautiful? How does the sun rise every morning just as brilliant as the day before? I cannot remember exactly when I lost myself completely, or if I ever even had a self to lose. Hate crashes over me and I am drowning, choking on words left unsaid,  breathless after a silent scream. And after the waves cease and the waters calm there is nothing left but an empty shell, washed up on the shore and left for the next wave to consume. All pieces together but still broken. Shame wraps around me perfectly, a black cloak. Surrounded. It's fabric is strong, relentless, my body is no match. Suffocating. Soon its grip has severed the conection to my mind and I am its prisoner. Surrendered. Minutes turn into hours turn into days and soon we have become one, shame and me. We move together, a perfect pair, dancing through darkness on two left feet.