I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books.

Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.

And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I'll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.

The Sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The Moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of life. The Moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

I can't be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.

A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, flutteringwith the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward,forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.

I am not myself.My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

We don't have to do anything at all to die... Living is more complex. There's one thing we always have to do. Breathe. In and out, every single day in every hour minute and moment we must inhale whether we like it or not. Even as we plan to asphyxiate our hopes and dreams we still breath. Even as we wither away and sell our dignity to the man on the corner we breathe. We breathe when we're wrong, we breathe when we're right, we breathe even when we slip of the ledge toward an early grave.