A CASTAWAY ON A DISTANT SHORE. NEVER MEANT TO FIND A COURCE OF PAIN ONCE DISTANR AND INTERNAL. OF LOSS AT THE CORE OF BEING. THE VOID THAT TEASES ME, THAT LURKS OVER MY SHOULDER.THE DEAFENING SILENCE. RADIATING TO THE STEADY SIGNAL OF THE BEACON. SPECS OF SAND. SPARKS OF REASON. HOLLOW SPLENDOUR. A SOUL LOST IN LIMBO. TENFOLD EUPHORIA. IN THIS MOMENT OF CLARITY. I AM GIVING BIRTH TO THE OTHER SIDE. WITNESS CHASTITY OF THE PARADISE ONSE LOST.