A blind man chasing a shadow in the dark. He knows she's there. All he has is a voice, whispering to him, but talking with others. She's nowhere to be found, but for him, she's everywhere. A hope to him but a nightmare for her. A truth for him but a lie to her. No one can understand him, not even he himself. As if no one can see what a blind man sees, not even he himself. Everybody has to be either happy with, drunk or high on something to keep going on forward in life. Everyone is a slave to something or someone; either to sin, God, demon or righteousness. There's no freedom in life, even the ones who fight for freedom are slaves to freedom itself. INFP-A Scorpio