S Quentin Quale's blog: "Solace for your weeping."

I have wandered down misguided paths just to see them end in both directions. I ran through an open field destitute of visual restraints. I could not reach the place I wanted. What I found was an equation of life that holds emptiness and sorrow. Confusion in mind and a struggle to know what you can’t. Inside a prison we call freedom, is an illusion that is embraced as truth or realized as a fallacy. You can love the restraints you’re in, or you can escape simply to find no answers.