It was a quiet space as things sure where around me, with the voices in my head calling out too escape my imagination... and my demons whaling at the brink of my membrane, trying to become reality so I took a walk outside my comfort zone to easy myself of the solemn thought of ending the voices . Now with me on the move it became known to my fears I was trying to escape them, as I came upon a friend's technical shop where fans and coil engines were repaired, the tone of "Wishing Well" byJuice wrld echoed the streets as I came closer to the shop I was entangled in the melody of the rhymes and the flow of the beats, it was like man could finally understand me as the lyrics spoke and reach into my soul; I began to sing along without any knowledge of the song but I just knew I felt better doing it at least it felt better than my bottle of cough syrup. I didn't need no therapy because I knew my problem but I couldn't solve them, my family thought it was just me being me thinking I was immature and one day I'll out grow the phase, unknown to them that the world had out grown me.

My friend came in and saw me in a vege-state without any questions he ask me what was wrong and I with a question of mine I answered "why was I born what is my purpose" in a manner of joke to lighten up the clouds of darkness I placed upon the stage he said "am I God ?? only you can answer these questions, all I can say is if you feel like this come to my shop and stay, don't be alone". We had somehow manage to talk the entire day as it was getting dark the reminders of a mother's warning streamed across my ears as I sure knew from the part of the world where I emerged a physical punishment was given for going to see friends talk more about staying out late, as I pick what was left of myself off their work table and said my goodbyes the seductive tune of "Stay High" by Juice Wrld brushed against my back as a send off, and my Journey home began.