Without reason... I am left enabled.

Without sin, to be without sin, I find myself unable to resist limited activity. My addiction has only began to create a more feeble Resistance against itself. I am at a loss and am featuring myself inapt. Why am I all to often left feeling immortal, without ability, and last dreamt. My turmoil is finding a necessary drive to create such an immaculate persona of myself, within his being and all of his entirety.