Freedom has evaded me, my quest for undying freedom has only pushed me back to the cave that has held me captive for years. Each time innate fortitude arrives, the pulchritude holding me down, accentuate herself with a symmetry appearance that makes me lame, and thereby dragging me to a state of servitude in which inhibition takes over, thus leaving me to bleed from a farce love that has rendered me stupid and useless.

A means to evade what has been my achilles heel, has made me to always consciously repressed into a corner of my mind, but as nature will have it ways, it always resurface now and again in a manner that tends to hunt me of my relative peace.