[ IP ] Age 24

Your all-seeing eyes are upon me, even in this desolate plain. Only you could find me as I flee into the emptiness of space. Greater men have fallen before you, and yet somehow, I hope to prevail. 
 
 Surely my methods are madness. Over and over again I find myself trusting the voice in my head. 
 
 `` Take the road untraveled. He ca n't have seen every route, walked every path.'' 
 
 Of course you know that's not true. That voice is yours and its soothing whispers have become tendrils of delusion, cradling me in a false hope. 
 
 Heavy weighs the heart that at this young age found lunacy a better bedfellow than life.
