The prayer of my pen is lacking in a sacreligious sort-of way. I need to find, strange as it sounds, something to completely mess with my head. I think about things too much and for once I want to go all fight club and just find beauty in the mental breakdown. Who knows, maybe after I have mentally abandoned my preconceptions of life will I finally realise what I can truly be. The world, I assume, will look better from a slightly askewed view. .steve