"Gaping chasm of emptiness is not, perhaps, how this poem should begin. The stars offer me no solace anymore, simply another reminder of how far away I am. I feel weak, my bones creaking and snapping. The weight of the world is far too much for anyone to bear and my heart is giving out. I wish I could write of beautiful things. Everything is going by so fast I can’t focus on the wind buzzing by my ears or the tears clouding my vision. Should grab on or let go, I can’t figure out if I’m swimming to the surface or the floor, but no matter what I do the scenery never changes. Always did hate running on treadmills."