I've perpetually lived with a mirror to my own face, heart, and soul. All I could see was black. All I could ever see was the void. What home do I have to myself? What place do I openly belong to? This is what confounds me, maybe I should've had much more honor for my ancestors in this life. I am a tail without a body, something long lost to the pasts of this world, for the present shall never be my home. I only feel as if I have any semblance of existence when the waters of my life have replaced themselves with drink. Where a lowly stride into the rivers and lakes of this lovely world are replaced with fire-water. I wish to be lost and drowned in these places for it is the only peace I have ever known. Even where my heart has found a heightened sense of being, there was still a great turbulence. And even as I speak my "peace", the voice always murmur "You incoherent fool, who would cease their day to even give ear to your foolishness? Shut thyself and suffer in your silence as you should."