No more... I am sick of this excruciating pain, I cannot fight it anymore... drained out. Another day spent wandering, desperately looking for a drop of honey to soothe my bitter soul and amidst the thorns of this unbearable wilderness I finally found a tiny, almost unnoticeable corner of my inner self, which somehow remained untainted. That frail piece has borne such hope and spread an unimaginable strength, that I am currently sitting in front of you naked, proudly revealing all my scars, mere pieces of an unfinished puzzle. As of right now, I am no longer going to struggle, I shall never find my identity if I remain trapped in an intricate labyrinth, a riddle impossible to solve as long as I don't own the requisite resources. I'm taking off the mantle of worries, undressing myself of those terrifying phobias and insecurities and tout de suite my body feels so much lighter, as if a weight has been taken off my shoulders. I may not be the infamous Atlas, but here I am...