A small collection of night rants and hopes.

From one person battling mental demons to another...

Maybe it''s not an illness at all. Maybe it''s the fact that we chose not to settle, and we always want more.

To those dreamers, the ones who suffered in the silence between daybreak to the echoes of fleeting hopes on the wall, these are for you.

To my tribe, the ones who stayed the nights of crying alone and facing their demons in the images on the walls, I hope they meant something.