Sometimes, just sometimes you think you have it all figure out. The sun has risen and in that stroke of 24 hours you have figured out the world. No longer is the world controlling you. You know where you stand and how to make something of your life. Until the dark. The dark falls and then comes the doubt, the fear and imminent fate that the days will turn and to follow the world will take over again. It is my hope to fight the night fall, to grasp the pain and push it deep inside. Somewhere along the way I will conquer the night.