I dig in, roll up my cuffs, get my fingers burnt, fall to ashes, then I stand up, roll up my cuffs, dig in a little further till I find a spark, I nurture it, I follow it relentlessly until it lights a fire. I follow the fire, with it I tear down walls, I question, doubt and prove myself wrong, I feel the burn again but I am fearless, for by now I know – I am nothing but its aftermath.