Wondering along the corridors of solitude are unbearably painful and leave you with a sense of powerlessness. The feelings of guilt, insignificance and humility lash at you from all sides. When you are able to look beyond the shackles of anguish, you accept all the filth of the world, since it is not yours. You stand still in a cold room. There is no warmth of comfort. In exchange, you are filled with immense happiness, since this is you and you are true and honest too.
