Although my life has turned to hell, I have no choice but to stick to my belief that everything has a balance. Yin and Yang, Dark and Light, Fire and Ice. I can only hope that my life will someday return to the happiness that it once contained, but as time continues to pass I am seeing less and less of a chance of that happening. If wished to do so, I will remain around as a shadow. Never really there, yet always with you. Somewhere to turn to for comfort in times of need, even when you think you are all alone. I know that nobody will read this, so I have no regrets about posting it. The balance in my life has been shaken, and I can only hope that it will be restored. If it is not, I will continue to slip into the dementia of my tortured soul, only to look on at my meaningless existence without any control over it. Maybe that won't be so bad. At least then it might not hurt so much.