The anger can quickly feed the temptation. The whimsical and adolescent thoughts of departure, of escape into a better mind. A place that the individual self resides cannot be a home if it holds no delicate memories of childhood. This place has filled itself with feelings of great loss, this feeling evolves to anger.

Desperate to hold onto something, anything that can be given heart and mind to, instead there are feelings of a even deeper loss. One of innocent but passionate love, to the egocentric spirit this loss continues to be a great blow. Digging a trench in a canyon surrounded by the night.