This world drags me down. People drag me down. I’m tainted by their cruelty, by their inability at seeing the beauty that surrounds them. The visible. The unknown. The magic of what it means to exist in a universe brimming with chaos. Sometimes I can’t take it. I can feel the tears in my eyes when confronted with random acts of kindness. When they befall someone as out of place as myself, I want so much to hold those as lost as myself and tell them that everything will be okay. Sometimes, while the world sleeps and I write into the early hours, I want so much for someone to tell me there’s more to life than suffering. That one day, I’ll find what I’m looking for. Falling to the floor, I struggle to breathe as every memory possesses me. Every smile. Every wasted day; every kiss that stopped time for the briefest of moments. They break me in every possible way, and yet I feel blessed by every little thing. I can’t change the world, and I can’t travel back and right my wrongs, yet I can do my best to inspire. To speak with integrity and hope that somewhere out there, someone will read my words and be driven to do things differently. It’s not about image or making money; it’s about self-expression and the desire to shine a light. When did being honest and wanting to fall in love become something to be ridiculed for? When did a career and the need to expel weakness take precedence over a good heart? We’re all damned, but some are more damned than others. Show some tenderness. Stick to your guns, and show some bones. If you don’t feel it, kick it to the kerb. If it doesn’t take your breath away, then it’s not worth fighting for.