"the story that has never been written"

Seventeen years of this

and millenia to go,

gazing at the stars

and knowing that is where I came from

and that is where I’ll go,

these fuzzy feelings in my heart

come and go,

drops of salt that crawl out of our eyes

and drops of blood that we force out of our flesh,

locked in the darkness

of a bedroom with no walls

and locking myself

in a mind with opaque walls,

better days come

with hair falling out

and evading sleep

because the night is when I think,

never quite enough

but always quite too much

until somehow I make it

to a new chapter

of the story that has never been written.