I will never grasp the hand of comfort-ability again. I would rather lie awake with loneliness than with my enemy, anxiety, he gnashes his teeth into me. My veins are stained green with the envy that destroys me. I can't be loved, I can't be me. I despise my own vulnerability. Longing to stand at the highest mountain peak and scream: "I am infinite; I am eternal." I will achieve a better life, a better me. Human attachment is a thing of my past. The cogs of fate have spun their last thread. I'm externally alive but eternally dead. I want to feel a love that's real. My spirit is willing, but my flesh is frail.