Lately, I have been reduced to a cacophony of noises, rattling with voices not my own, a mere shadow of these dragons around me, pacing myself with each their breaths until I almost forgot how to do it on my own.
It is now with renewed strength that I face the world again, free of the shackles I have personally locked onto my limbs some time ago, when I was blind and searching. I am older now, wiser to have realized that sympathies are wares you buy with your self-esteem, and pities are but alms for beggars. I choose not to beg, to ask, to seek. I give all that I need unto my own. I am sufficient and complete.
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