What good is a toy that has never been played with? What good is a song that has never been heard by anyone? What good is a heart that has never had the chance to heal itself? My best piece of art that I have ever made was that of a bunch of 5 small rocks stacked on top of each other. I know for a fact that it looks amateurish now but it took me almost a month to complete it. As much of a spiritual fulfillment that it provided me with after it was done, it now sits on the bottom of a bunch of newspapers in the darkest corner of my room – slowly rotting and gathering dust - unseen by anyone except for the eyes of the one writing these words right now. The best piece of writing that I have ever written was for the night I almost decided to cut the string off my kite. As my hands quivered – trying to keep up with the ache building up inside of my chest, words flowed through my pencil like dreams flow through the stars. They say that when you enter a black hole, every molecule in your body starts to dematerialize into stardust. That even light particles are sucked into to the unknown void. What they don’t tell you is that if you wear a mask long enough, after a point, it stops being a mask. I used to think that I was different. I used to think that I was special. I used to think that the first drop of rain always used to fall upon my sky bound hands; that the world could hear all my thoughts; that when I hugged people, I could take all their misery away. And though I could see everything wrong with the world, I could never bring myself to reach out and change anything. There was a time when I was whole. There was a time when I felt complete. But like everything in this world, even that came to an end. Now it just feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself with every passing day. I kept things to myself and kept walking with no sense of time or direction. Aslaysha once told me that sometimes you need to get lost to find your way back. She was right! I had feasted for so long on isolation and sorrow that I had devolved to a state where I could no longer recall sweeter taste. So I did the only thing I could! I kept wanting to get lost – hoping to find my way back to somewhere I had never been; somewhere familiar; knowing for a fact that I would never find it; knowing for a fact that the place doesn’t exist. After a time, I got tired of even that. Life has a way of prematurely ending anything remotely good. Isolation was my best friend but even she eventually got tired of my constant yawping. Alone in a desolate existence – with nothing but my hollow shell to give me company, I spent a lifetime building up barriers around me; knowing for a fact that anyone could knock them all down in a heartbeat.  Minutes turn to hours, hours to a lifetime; eventually I started to get hungry. The sun rises upon a new dawn. To everything there's a season and a time to every purpose. The world that we live in spins at a dizzying speed as we desperately try to keep ourselves from falling off. Like the first warm breeze during winter that signals the cherry blossoms to sprout. Aslaysha told me that when we embrace what lies within, our potential has no limit; that the future is filled with endless possibilities and the present rife with expectations. But when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges, we summon uncertainties and doubts. A man with all the tools necessary for him to survive in the world! That’s what I am. A man with no sense of direction! That’s what I am! An earthbound soul! That’s what I am.