the death of a shooting star

it was my 18th birthday when darkness consumed me.

i witnessed the essence of hardcore tragedy. it felt every inch of my body until it, in turn, produced another version of itself.

with my father dead, body violated, and a growing seed in my womb, all i want to do now is surrender to the waves of life.

i have never felt this exasperated as my desire finds security with throwing myself off the cliff because of pity and hatred.

this book deals with my journey onto recovery. in truth, would i ever be able to move on? would hope still find its way back to me? is happiness going to forever be farsighted?

read at your own risk.