Why am I alive? I don’t know, I ask myself that daily, I should have been dead, but I am unscarred, untouched.

Because I am alive, I am able to fulfill my mission here before I move on. I believe in that.

And that is what keeps me living.

But it does not stop my ugly thoughts from spinning contortions of reality.

That is why I started an Ugly Works section for these thoughts.

I can be ugly too.