i never see what i am supposed to see... i never really care for myself... i feel so left alone by the unending heap of time... i am a castaway of my own life, seeking to understand the mistakes i have done. Great monoliths of oblivion stand before me like the Great Titans who befouled the earth, they taunt me.. mocking me.. oh baleful pain! How can one see the truth if all is swept away by crimson tides and dusty winds. becoming one is becoming nothing, all we keep dear and close are the mana of our life. paint life the way it should be, be not shameful of what is dark for we live in a world of such mysteries and deception.  ½