I’m sitting out on my porch relatively late in the shining moon and star lit sky, and for what. To sit here and mope, to feel bad, to dread existence. I don’t know if I’m upset because of how terrible I feel, or because I know millions of other people feel the same. And they don’t even know why they don’t have a solution. They can’t just turn to God and apologize, they can’t just turn to a friend and talk to them about it, they can’t just go say hi to Nelson, they can’t just escape. They sit there waiting in the darkness for light to find it’s way to them. The moon like a spotlight in the night sky, is the light in the darkness. You can be that light. You can shine through the darkness and make an old run down neighborhood into a beautiful childhood community. I sit out here freezing, to write, to find solutions. I sit here to stop condemning myself to the pain I feel. To push past iniquity, and survive this trembling trail once again. This path of darkness, where sometimes you can only hold onto a thread of cloth in the winds of hell. But you can make it. And you will not be alone.