Walking while dazed from being pushed to the edge of insanity and back. The whispers give no rest. The question who they are is not presidented but why they are seems ever present.

Don't keep going they say. We they say, are the reason for your gifts.. jilting The Most High out of his position of place. He is... the reason for the gifts and people who needed a reason to bother the unbothered needed a clout to claim... they still need a reason.

They are pawns in a much bigger plot of life's unfolding. They wait for the unexpected and receive the expected response of silence. Last are they.

Bitter sweet the taste of lonely when one cannot put up with self. And I stand firm. Fixed on my healing; I am...