Turning black all around me, the air had icy fingers pinching my skin with emotional frostbite. A shrill cry followed, echoing in the fog of schizophrenia’s uncertainty. Wandering through this graveyard, the gravestones of my past stand silently and...

The flamelight of my hope and reality burns within the darkness of psychosis. Light within dark overcomes – No matter how small the flame. Whenever I fall asleep, darkness slithers itself in bed alongside me with gazing eyes and...