It may be deceiving, but thoughts have been hard to gather in a sea of words, drowning in the multitude of characters finding its captain. There is little pleasure knowing the Perfect Storm is near (or am I the eye of the storm itself?). The challenge is exhilarating, the reward is ten-fold anticipated; yet fear lulls you into the old familiar–the sirens cull those that are blind faith. Once in the womb of deceit, true talons revealed, your innards torn, tender heart concealed.