A Thousand Voices

Last night I slept until 8am, dreaming of a missed flight to somewhere, and the anger at being 'held back' by my family. 

I was born into a remarkably poor family state, with almost no network and very little money. One parent fled, leaving debts and ire behind, killing himself socially rather than physically. 

I struggle to strive for an 'improvement' of life in the way I once did. 

I...