At times my mind gets lost in the thoughts of survival, the thoughts of doubt and thoughts of nothingness. All the energy is exploding on the walls; I remember being a child, kicking over anthills and watching the balls of life scatter with urgency. I was a little boy and suddenly I am a ant. Running with fire, running with no help. The stings burn and we continue to grow from our own pain, the ant is me and I am only one of many.