I am far from how one should feel. With rejection twinkling at my words. Such notions of emptiness, helplessness and sorrow have not arrived. These feelings so familiar from the last seem tirelessly apparent. I’m not scared. I want the deep to be explored. I want the thrill of revenge to inject into my vains. I want the push to succeed. My thoughts are indeed ones of greed. For what? For my own freedom. For the greatness of life and whatever happens from here on in. Again there’s no one to lean on. Just me. Alone. Yet such a powerful position. Depend on no one. They are such an unreliable source. Irrational. Unknown. Why take a risk? Trap no one. Release your own wings and soar beyond the known.