This journey has taken so long; just when I thought the embers had all but faded, the light vanquished, I felt a dull spark ignite in my head, promising me the joy, a feeling that has been for so long dimming in the twilight. The beauty I once knew is slowly welling in my soul: a melding of the senses that leaves me giddy. My spirit once again wants to take flight and soar.
For to long, I have been living in the shadows; all these years spent trying to make improbable myths real. In this land, I could not shed light; the darkness slowly consumed my soul. I crossed an ocean to a land, one that drained my soul empty.
Poverty is the dearth and suppression of the imagination: the capacity to dream and make the impossible real. I have been rotting from the inside, my mental state eating away at my bones and flesh. No more, from this day, never shall I let environmental pollutions corrode my soul. I see a proliferation of zombies on my T.V screen it is thus a refection of bodies without a soul, those without the capacity to imagine different worlds.