Vomit, they say. Just let it all out. Lately, it is dry heave. Sucks, it truly sucks. Pretty much, it is miserable. I pretty much prefer to have something to throw up with than an empty stomach. Before you jump to conclusion, I am using this as metaphor to describe how I have been feeling. Currently, my soul is in this funky dry heave. They say, it is best to stop re-visiting the past. It seems like I have walked thousand of steps moving forward, putting on million masks, filling the void, and kept on running. Here I am in Alaska with a larger void, more raw, and more in the moment than ever. Don't get me wrong, the escape to Alaska truly saved me in so many ways. Being lost in Alaska forced to have a wrestling match with myself, which it isn't final round just yet. Even though, I am thousand miles away from home and done so many things in short amount of time. There's this darkness latched deep within my soul, which I could not shaken. It is almost as if I have a t...