I am only a bag of bones.
Covered with an erosion of skin and stuffed with anxiety, doubts, and cynicism. And through my cracks grows goodness and affection. Passion and devotion. I’ll tell you what I am now, I’m a universe within a Universe. Perpetually expanding, but I still won't make any sense at the end of the day. You awe at my wonders and weep at my relentless chaos inside. At least, what I do is make you feel alive.