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Fearless. Daring. Rebellious. Reckless.
Fearful. Cautious. Conformist. Successful.
What stark contrasts in personalities!

I am overflowing with emotions.
As I lay on my bed and ponder, I become confused.
Lost in such an expansive universe, groping blindly towards a light.

Engulfed in a darkness of apprehension and uncertainty.
Images and voices flash across my mind.

I keep falling, laying in my bed, yet I cannot feel it.
All I feel is the weight of gravity pulling me down.

People are talking but I cannot see their faces.
Everything is dark but the tiny speck of light.

“…Those nonconformists think they’re so different, but they all act alike…”
“…Conformists are so boring. They listen to classical music and whatever their parents have to say…”

Isn’t there any place in between?
No. (a definite answer that cannot be explained but heard with such certainty, it evokes trust)

Why do people fall under categories? Why do people stereotype others yet they themselves want to be “unique”? Why is it so hard not to be hypocritical?

“Adolescent years are the best years of your life.”
They are the most memorable.”
and yet adults seem to forget what it’s like…

Everything comes to a silent halt.
Motionless.
Nothing happens.
Gradually, the light seems to approach.

Life is suddenly viewed in a different sort of light.
I am being sucked into this too quickly.

As this light nears me, I begin to feel calm and appeased.
For I am now certain that no matter what, I am not alone.

Loneliness is transient, a thing forever buried with the darkness I have left behind.

I am no longer falling into a never-ending abyss, but am soaring higher and higher.
Although I cannot touch this light, or locate its presence,
It is what motivates me and keeps me alive.

I am not completely capable of independence, yet I am not naive and hopeless.

Is like doing nothing all day, as you watch the rain fall from the window pain.

Moping around, hoping it would go away, hoping it’d be nice today.

Disappointment, soon overshadowed by depression, as you soon realize it’s too late, it’s too dark to play outside today.

You want to escape from the world of reality, yet you don’t feel like doing anything.

It’s like sitting in class in the corner of the room, isolated from everyone around you, never saying a word-your mind is completely blank.

Trying to fall asleep at night but nothing can stop you from feeling the emptiness inside.

You realize you’ve wasted a whole day, and wish you could rewind and start anew.

In your own little world, wanting to escape, wanting to make your day worthwhile, yet not knowing where to begin.

When I close my eyes, everything is blank and colorless.
Then an image comes to my mind.
White, fluffy snow falling from the grey, never ending sky fill the ground like frosting on a cake.
There are hills and mountains in the background and I feel the coldness piercing my face for an instant.
It is completely silent-not even the sound of the wind can be heard.
It is like a dream, a lullaby.
I feel like going to sleep and an image of my bed appears in the snow in front of me.
I lie down, not feeling anything but the weight of gravity pulling me downward.
I keep falling but there is no bottom in this abyss that suddenly appears.
As I fall, I feel like letting go of everything and just keep falling forever, never thinking about hitting solid ground.