As if some horrid thing, be it mind or devil or something stranger still - picked you and grabbed you by the chins and said: "Bring about the crescendo, I tire of these trite motifs." All of which is quite applicable to current circumstances in my life.. But getting it all operatic-like? Curious.

Only human to desire protection and mutualism; especially when you were told that is what all should be allotted - even as it was stripped from you at too young an age. Guts for garters and all that I guess. Only way out is through. Things circle for too long and you're gone down the drain innit?