at one point i was losing myself, descending into a realm of desolation. i was trying to be the interpretation of me that recreates the illusion of beauty through my addictive, mesmeric aura. when losing something so fundamental for your soul to breathe, you detonate. but fortunately i have not lost myself. and the network of my mind overcomes the instability
—  the decryption of the turbulence that haunts me