I'm often in my own way, thanks to a racing mind where I make myself relive years of mental abuse like I'm trapped in a never-ending paradox of youth, a black hole seeking the light of the truth. Even black holes fill themselves with explosions of light. Nothing dies without being born anew. Just look to the skies. I want to take my place amongst the stars, for its the night that has always guided me, lost in the lights of my memories. Just follow the lights. Such courage burns like fires of vanished stars. Such courage burns in fires of beating hearts. There are atmospheres of life that we let slip away. There are always things that we wish we could have changed. Such courage burns in constellations of celestial scars lit by the foundation of leaving your mark. We've yet to discover the trails they left behind. They're out of sight and likely out of mind, but still I must believe they left their mark. Just follow the trails of light.