I walked into the flames...

As days pass by in a far away land, where I am a different Karr all of you got to watch grow up, I find myself not recognising the image staring back at me in the mirror. It's not that I have changed that drastically, I think it's simply the fact that I don't let my inhibitions cloud my sight. I feel more stable, more in control, more at ease, and most importantly, less afraid that I'll screw everything up. I've got this. I can manage my demons and live the dream, while still doing my darnest to chase after it. The journey has only begun, and I can't help but wish as I've wished my entire life - conjuring fantasy upon fantasy, trying to live stories and not just write them. The future seems filled with so much possibility; almost too much to handle, perhaps even too much to bear. Luckily that has never stopped me before.