What does it mean to see the light; To stare into the embers until they are extinguished or left too exhausted to remain; To stare into the lighthouse so long, that it's purpose is foiled by a vacant curiosity; To stare into the fireball, conjured by your own hands, that now singes your brow? What if the light was your enemy, harnessing a power waiting to be unlocked by this very discovery? This isn't the case. It's never that easy. This collection of poems is not a self-help book. It is not a guide to life that makes it easier. It is not a story of a man that should be replicated. Rather, it is a collection of poems meant to be a connection of poems, joined together by topics of life and death and all sorts of relationships that make stories what they are. Stories. Fabrications of life that never quite coincide with the reality that is. Nevertheless, this collection was made with intentions to move or relate or provoke or inspire. This fabrication serves as a light to be gleamed upon. But what does it mean to see the light; To stare into it until a pattern is realized? MATURE CONTENT WARNING. SOME STRONG CONTENT MATTER AND LANGUAGE FOUND IN COLLECTION MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 15.