Inferno.

It's there. I can see it. The light at the end of the tunnel. It's faint and I'm not quite sure how far it is or how long it'll take to get there. But I can see the faint rays trying desperately to creep in through the darkness, lighting up the dust particles in that beautiful way that they always do. The dust is far from settled yet. And it probably won't be for a long while. But as I've realised, there's a value to knowing that it eventually will.

Surprisingly enough, I seem to have a figured a way to channelise this intensity. It's a strange kind of strength that one derives, the kind that makes you unsure of whether you can rely upon it entirely. But I've decided that I'm going to take the chance and test the waters. Utilise the intensity to chase other things and paint a picture where someday, the intensity will find its rightful place. It's either that or get consumed by it. So no thank you, I pick the former.

The other thing that I have also decided is that I am going to go back into commando mode. None of this whimpering nonsense, we're going to blaze right through this. It's the only way out.

Game on, bitches.