“I was born into this torrid world a degenerate, eternally condemned a vessel of belligerency, destined to one day end. But despite my mortal disposition, I possess my voice. I have that which is gifted to me from the bosom of the gods. The beauty of self-expression. And through this gift I will come to know and share the true nature of reality” LoveLifeWritingPhilosophyTruthPainDesirePoetrySufferingMeditationNarture Author:Evan Guerra