Hiding in myself as i find reasons to stay there, as i speak to myself, worrying about nothing as life turns me over a fire, the spit roast that is human fragility. I create dead space there too, quiet darkness where i hide all the ugly things. The shadows cast by insecurities, the lies reinforced by prideful stupidity. I sit in my space, My own little nightmare that eats me, I feed this little disease of mine as it isolates my light with its darkened shroud. I build a maze too,in there. like tartarus, like a coffin slowly filling with dirt. It gets small,stifling,i claw for life,I scream like the enemies of the gods. Its my space still, I created this world of horrors and darkness, rivers of molten larva flowing Like a young planet still taking form, I work still,trying to get the light to shine through to me. kyalo.