This is the life.

I'm doing it for myself.

I'm going to stay positive (or hide away in my little cave until I can be positive).

Everything is going to be A-Okay.

Everything is good.

Everything is a dream.

Reality feels like a dream.
Dreams are starting to feel like reality.

Asking for nothing, feeling everything.

It's so quiet, I'm alone and thinking, like most nights.

In the quiet, in the dim lights I sat and stared into nothingness. I whispered, I don't know what for, no one could hear anyway, "What are you so afraid of?"

It was then that the tears began because that's where the answers are, burning in my eyes.