i lay here, as i gently touch my skin on my ribs, tracing my finger over each bone counting each rib, realizing that we are only a set of bones here on earth with skin tied to our bodies. nothing more than that. no reason to wake up or to eat or to drink or to breathe. we weren't given a reason to be here. we are simply a creature placed in the world to find the reason to live, while there isn't one

d.p.