As our soul searches the elixir it was promised at birth, our hearts erode into a spiralling oblivion. From a place, where there is no light, no darkness, no memory and no evidence. Just as our mind holds true the age old adage, the body reeks of sweat that only day's work can help you understand.

This is the erosion of my soul, in times when spiralling out of control helps me find myself within my own self.