Curiosity develops into scrutiny, and that into determination. With heavy doses of anger, self-pity and emotional turmoil I motivate myself. Physical discomfort prods me. Financial lack drives me. Awareness is not even an option yet. Worthlessness teases, and sex tricks. The pain only seems to increase, pushing me further into the nakedness of unbridled honesty about the work still awaiting me. Vulnerability tugs at the fabric of my being. I forge ahead in utter terror.

© Pamir Kiciman 2007