It’s said people have a devil and an angel on their shoulder. If so, I’ve been cheated. All I have is a prison warden and an escape artist. A conformist and a revolutionary. And I am stuck in-between.

I’m neither one or the other. I am both and none. I don’t know what to make of myself. No one knows what to make of me either. I am stranded, alone, in a repeating battle.