My body screams for freedom but I am entrapped in my prison carved by my demons itself. Totured by feelings of grief and sorrow. Vines of the past restrict me. I am stuck between what I call a limbo between the past and the future. For time itself has stood still in my eternal wait for salvation. Sometimes I try to find the slivers of light which passes; but I've drowned too long, too deep in my darkness.
Hello this is S.Y Balhetchet, this is a compilation of feelings I've put into a letter or so called a diary of reflection to myself; it is called chaos.
