I cannot describe those who surround me. Everything seems as if it was blur. But I have things that were stolen from me. My love, my identity, and my blessings. Nevertheless, I continue on. Not with revenge, envy, regret, or ideas. Yet I am attached to what I once was. For Eve and Faye, they are the only people that propel me forward in the past, the present, and the future. Within this harsh world, I can only use my imagination to fulfill the emptiness.