Some nights there’s this resounding logic, a stunning clarity. Why am I even fighting? What is it that’s holding me here? Nothing

Spreading my wings I have everything to gain and nothing to lose. What’s a life worth when you have nothing to live for? How hard is it to just close your eyes forever?

When you’ve never truly felt the warmth of a hand or the love of a mind you begin to wonder what it truly is you’re striving for. To be the most affluent of them all but lonely deep inside, to live where the buildings blend into the skies but have had your heart buried six feet under long ago, what is it you’re really fighting for when the monsters at night come and beg you to play?