Sometimes I feel like I'm caught between two worlds and don't belong to either. One world is living fast and dying beautiful and the other doesn't have the courage to live at all. It doesn't really matter in the end because all good things come to a close before you can savor the nectar of the moment; a shadow only exists because of two things: the sun and something strong to act as a beacon. The shadows are sad seething children, plants that are so lost in becoming flowers that they never take the time to bloom. I am like that, I am lost.