It’s a miracle you still beat after everything you’ve been through. Heartbreaks, broken promises, fake people. You went through it all… but yet you still beat. You still run as though you are a well-oiled machine, only slowing when an obstacle gets in your way. You still pound as though you are a drum that beats to the ecstatic rhythm of life. You keep going as though your life depends on it, but you and I both know that it is only the brain's commands that keep you going. How does it feel to have something else in charge of your survival? Going day by day wondering if someday the commands will stop- and your time in the spotlight is done. After all, life is just a big show, where each of us are the main characters but others are just side characters mixed in. Where we all have a problem that just furthers our plot along. Where we all have a climax and a downfall. And finally, the resolution, death.
Just something to think about,