In these early days of my life I am less human than weary embankment.

There’s more than a decade of passion inside me, locked behind the pain-forged walls of reluctance and self-destruction. I am becoming the Great Flood; when the levee breaks, there forth will my newest form ravage, and with it all of my hopes and fears, raging in bold defiance of man’s mechanical restraints.

When the time comes, will my wrath be unleashed on this broken society or will it instead face inward and drown me in the floodwater of lost causes?