A View of the Fog.

I escaped and I survived. But what exactly did I escape from and what were the obstructions I overcame to have declared my survival. Hope is like the fog. It's there blinding the truth of the what-is-to-come. Where's the truth and basis of happiness? The excitement and thrill of living is only present in each new sectors of discovery. Where there's learning, there's growth. Growth brings life, contrasting the stagnant stump. However, there's a turning point to all things where good things go from almost perfect to nothing close of perfection. Athena's here so next time.