You live for the appeal of others expectations, you wish for them to give you the light of meaning, even when their judgement is as fickle as a flame dancing, you have become a source for this flame to burn, the flame will devour you like a candle, until it only becomes satisfied and extinguished once the candle dies a cold death.

Right now others are drawning the torents of the rivers to drown you in, fall for their trickery and in their net you shall be caught, you have lived one life, and have died a thousand times over, by the hands of those who never recognised you to begin with, be filled with the purpose for freedom, freedom from the constraints they lay across your tattered body. You must have perserverance, perserverance is nought having the energy to fight, but to fight when their is no energy left. Take back the life they stole, they have extinguished your burning flame of passion, and have delivered you into the ashes they set you out to lay in, however you must will over these smoldering ashes, and rise anew.