I want to sleep and never awake. My tenacity to handle this life has disappeared. Even the dimension where my imagination and fantasies reign has gone barren and cold. Between uncertainty and certainty, the bleakness is comparative.

All I hear is the echoing silence; the vision of olden empty hallways with long forgotten madhouse inmates. I am blind and cannot see the path towards happiness. I am deaf and cannot hear the god of destiny calling my name. And I have been silenced by the doctors of this madhouse. Will you hold my hand and guide me out of the cold black abyss. I am afraid; damn afraid of this paralysis, damn afraid of being abandoned and damn afraid of being unwanted.

Can you tell me that I’m worth it?

Logen