Sleeping on my own...

I needed time to make sure I was coming back for the right reasons. Every time I think I might stop, that it's time for something new, perhaps even something better, I come to the conclusion that in this instance, and probably in this instance alone, there is nothing that could replace words written, just so they can be forgotten in the same breath. My writings on this wall are surely so quiet that not even animals can hear them whistle, yet I am still standing, taller and stronger than ever, and I'm not going anywhere - not anywhere at all.

He truly believes that some of us were not meant for this world. We were born with an imagination that can exceed any barrier and with an unquenchable thirst to achieve something that has yet to be grasped, beyond common comprehension and belief. We shatter convention and we retreat into our mind, which allows us to shape and form bonds across space and time, making us feel connected and understood. It is why we create worlds of our own - with rules applicable to our narratives and an unhinged grasp of right and wrong. It is in such surroundings that we come alive, and despite being alone or perhaps because of it, our existence seems like such a magnificent thing.