Three weeks left until I escape this place forever. With any luck, drive and purpose will become words that pertain to my life once more. I can only hope that I change forever and never return to this place. Every second of my existance is agony, but that is beginning to fade, and as it does I begin to see more clearly that which is causing it. I have grabbed three of my demons by the face, but am struggling to rip the face off the third.

I am a dragon, a creature of instict. That thought scares me, because what is there beyond that. All dragons horde treasure, mine is understanding. I have no great gems, no great prizes. I have a large pile of mediocre junk and yet I feel compelled to keep collecting despite the fact that it is killing me. Moreover, I feel more alone than I ever have done before, this is the pain that twists knives in my heart. My jagged glass heart, shattered to the point of cutting into me with every beat.

However, in three weeks I will be free. I see no end to my pain, but at least I won't have to suffer it while chained to a post. A dragon's spirit can never be contained.