I have swallowed so much of other's blood that I have forgotten that I have bled, too. With the world shuffling past, I have became transfixed with the movements of my idols, forgetting that my feet have left footprints that have, will, and always be buried under the sedimentary memories that I waited to smother me.
Sometimes I can feel my body buckle under the weight of all the dreams I've dared to dreamt.
Under the moon and on top of the world, I understand that I am inbetween and will always be.