This left me feeling haunted yet somehow hopeful for the promise of something greater in this world. There's often this back and forth between finding meaning in this world and realizing we can at times just be shadows, moving along.

I love the flow, pain and honesty of your thoughts, and the wisdom behind it. We talk about death now and then, but literally thinking about and pointing out that a some point there won't be any oxygen, it provokes so much thought. What are we breathing now? What is reality? Are we living or merely surviving?

The somber tone worked so well here yet gave me this eerie peace. Like it's okay to not know where to go, or to not know one day from the next, yet have some kind of closure in knowing I exist as my own person. Because living up to the expectations of others will never fulfill me.

I can't get that line of "but for now I lay in my own birth" out of my head. So much depth. I fell in love with this.