...a very tricky thing. It appears to be an unassuming,
simple word and one that can easily be misunderstood. From person to person,
situation to situation and breath to breath its meaning can change and morph. In
many instances it is merely a whisper in the expanse of the universe easily shushed.
However for whatever reason big or small, these flecks turn into a blinding
haze its strength forged in weakness. Its presence can lurk or consume with a mere
flicker, its capacity ever changing. Its attack not always foreseen; its identity
masked under many guises that can be bold or unassuming avoiding detection. Its
tentative beginnings turn into vices stronger than the situation and imagination
that created the bonds. It has the power to turn even the most crowded places into
the most desolate hallows. Its skilled locksmith scurries to unlock the darkest
corridors silently. While carefully constructed defenses are blasted apart with
shattering force. Tunnels bore through your mind and soul, leaving it riddled with
voids and scars. Paranoia, Doubt and Insecurity follow in the fiends wake exploiting weaknesses and joining the war. Structures that once stood so tall are reduced
to feeble excuses which pour out through the cells within your skin until you
bear your defects for everyone to see. And then once and for all you are rendered
useless as you finally fall right into its engulfing clutches and are brought
silently to your knees. Your journey to this end is so timeless yet rapid; the
whirlwind leaving you with whiplash and the realization that:
Along the way ...you lost yourself
