Being, believing, bereaving...

Look into the mirrors of my soul and you will find something. We know all too well the sense of fallen-ness lost, searching for some part of yourself when we were much younger, prouder, more alive. Illuminated by the fire of certainty, sure-ity, and other follies of youth.

Shit, sometimes I don't feel so good inside. But at least now i have moments where I shine, and feel like a human being.