Problems and poetry, rants and random sayings, everything is here and nothing is sacred anymore.
Struggle With Life
Reach, Star, for the burning flavor of your comrades, distant and cold though they seem. Strain, Moon, to find your place, though it never stays still for longer than an instant. Burn, Sun, to grasp your purpose, though you may never have your answers. Spin, Human, arms in the air, and see the world through newly opened eyes.