Here I am. It’s 4:28am and I’m listening to my fan spin around and around. Thinking about why things in life, don’t matter.

This house that I sleep in, doesn’t matter, because in a month it will be sold. This stage in life, doesn’t matter, because I’m a few months it will be my twenty-fourth year. My feelings, don’t matter, because in thirty minutes I’ll feel differently.

I want to believe that there is a reason for everything. Yet, I cannot see past the water that my ship is sinking into.

My white flag for surrender is waving high but no one will take me home. I’m stranded, standing on the deck, and I’m alone.

So I’ll just wait for my last breath.