“Δ PΣRҒΣCT TRΔΠSҒΣR ΩҒ éLΔΠ”
INTRODUCTION TO EPSILON SIGMA
To make a mistake, is one thing alone. To repent another, so is to be forgiven. Every day one wakes up to meet whatever it is they hope for or not hope for either way it is still the same. Somehow both cannot be spared from worry. My worry at birth was one and the same with yours. I managed to express my hunger, my thirst, Isidingo Sami, to return back to the land of purity. Sin pinched my nerve the moment they welcomed me. I screamed searching within my soul for a suicidal exit.
There are times the same passions still grasp my tone. I sit low not wanting anything else to move me an inch. I feel so much rushed into a deep pit. I am confused by the terror I give to my own heart. My only comfort straight from Solomon’s forte, NO ONE AIN’T SO FLY IN OPHELIA, THOUGH THE GOLDEN TIMES WERE SCULPTED HERE. The journey begins now, I hope I can carry my light alone to the end of the tunnel.