On the inside of me

One cannot be afraid to loose everything, I mean everything, in the pursuit of his destiny, in pursuit of being his whole self.  This process is hard and painful, and lonely, and you might survive to tell stories or you may become a story yourself.  You will endure cold, heat, hunger, insanity, but one must be strong, these experiences are all necessary to a full life. I hate, i hate, I hate to be so serious all the time but you must understand I am starving, I am comotosed I am alone.  I've just realised that all the dreams i've ever had have been of devouring, another.  But now my dreams float further and further away and I am only devouring myself.  I cannot speak concrete because these things do not exist, life is a flow, a stream, a beat, but under it all there is a bedrock of peace.