There is an urgency now to get to the bottom of something deep. A frantic clawing at my insides. Like there is some sort of animal trapped in my chest. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why. It’s all a blur. But I need to get out. Of wherever I am. Stone walls drip with some kind of moisture; the wooden floors are rotten; splinters digging into my bare feet. It’s coming back. Whatever it is. Maybe this time I’ll get to see it. But something inside me, the very thing trying to escape, begs me not to look.

Egos may become inflated. Well that’s an understatement if I’d ever heard one. You have become so righteous in your actions that you forget everyone else. You are not the only one here. We all suffer from the same things, yet you have to have it worse. All day, every day. You are better than me. At least in your world. In the real world, the dynamic is different. I understand what’s going on, I know what you don’t want to admit. I can see the insecurities behind your false bravado. I can see how scared you really are. But don’t worry. We can keep playing your silly little game. I’ll win in the end. Because I can see passed myself.