arudous

i cry, i laugh, i shiver with joy and fear of myself, my actions, my power, my ambitions, my angst, my wars, my body and soul - am i made for this, do the gods really wanted me to survive that long to fight this little campaigns against you, myself - against something i never understood, something wich was never explained to me something that is that easy and still so arudous - the faster the greater, terror, shame, anxiety - splice you silly - bollocks! - nowt - nothing