It has been trying to break me, but the past has got me on the ropes. Dealing with the past to break away from demons who have tortured my soul by their touch is no easy task. It is breaking my mind, stretching my soul and confusing my heart. I feel weak before those who still live in my head and fighting for their very lives. The problem is there can only be one victor here. In the last week I have been tempting into vices that give a lying release, yet still stay away from it. The thought of death seems warm suddenly next to pushing on. I am under the assumption I have only began this battle. I have been called brave and strong, but there are times I feel neither of these things. I have went back to Buddhist chanting to escape as I temporary fly from the demon. My hope is to not only defeat it, but to let go of the hate. That way i can fly forever. I leave you now with a pic I took just a few days ago.
