I am in a dark place, where no words are sacred, where no thoughts have meaning. My eyes shine in the reflection of the light at the end of the tunnel that they – unblinking – focus upon.

New thoughts, new beginnings. A wondrous world where words flow like water, where the tawdriest of assignments can blossom into exposition of pure purpose, prose as powerful as it is poignant.

In this dark place, I am empty. Forever spent, an irreverent lust for the holy power I crave shackled upon my ankles. I crawl ever closer, but my goal lies upon an axis that does not exist within my frame.

Defunct?