What are my dreams, my aspirations? Are they delusions? Mere fantasies? Torturous hopes that I hold ahead of me?

Hope is a nasty fallacy. Stringing sad souls along in prolonged agony with the promise of healing on its way. Ever present is agony, sadness, self doubt. Agony that weighs down my dreams and ideas. Why do I care? ~Leleruski

I want freedom. Freedom from these imagined shackles of my own making. But knowing them to be such seems not to rid me of their weight. How to break free? ~Leleruski

My mother looks and me and sees all her failures ~Leleruski

Why is there pain? Then again why joy? But if joy is to be known, so must pain. ~Leleruski

The Impossible Psyche