I have climbed to the edge of chaos. Sometimes I thought my fragile psyche would not withstand. With faith comes doubt. With truths come lies. With every self-proclamation, I feel liberated, and then immediately torn down. I drudge through the muck of life, always searching for that island of redemption. I can see the direction of the light, but I am apprehensive when it comes to approaching it. Perhaps I feel that salvation would change me into someone else. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.