My thoughts are a canvas painted in spray paint along a rundown subway.

I look back on my nearly twenty years of life and I'm amazed

At how much I've done.
How much I haven't.
How much I should or shouldn't have done.

I see my deep past,
The part of me I earnestly tell people
At three in the morning.

I see school days flickering by
Like an old school flip book that measured My life.

As the pages flicker by
A clear picture becomes evident:

Where one is not enough,
Many together can overcome.

My friends as life would so have it
We are getting pulled to different parts of the world.
Some of us may thrive,

Others may fall,

It is up to us to hold together;

If one can not overcome, many together can.