I guess I finally realized the magnitude of what Ive gotten myself into. To hold someones mind, their mental capability, their thoughts and their fears. Is this something I want? Who am I to be intrusted with the fabric of ones soul?
Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a psy anymore..or..at least not in this setting. I'll finish with myself before I move on. I still have alot of work to do and I'm no where near where I think I should be. Or where I wanna be. The truth is I don't even know anymore and I'm starting not to care.
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
