Each and every step shows a new opening. I have never asserted myself into anything, that is because I no longer feel the need to. All these pent-up rage, whatever you call it, it's basically drifting into the space and becoming one with its end, like a burnt-out candle in an autumn night.
There it stood no longer sensible, and by then my end will be my peace. Or it could be a launching concept of melodrama.