I have this thing in me that’s never going to be satisfied. With whatever I do, I’m always going to need more. I’m always going to want more. I have something more then hunger, more then thirst, something more then drive. There’s something in me that won’t stay quiet. There’s something that won’t sleep, keeping me awake. There’s this thing in me that doesn’t shut off and it wants to read and write and make music. It wants to dance even though my feet ache and run even though my legs are numb. I have this thing that won’t let me sleep even if I’m tired and it pushes me. It wants to sing when I’ve forgotten how to and it wants to cry when I fucking swear theres nothing in me left. There’s something in me that holds onto hope and keeps my faith close. There’s something in me that knows that I am more then flesh, blood and bone, that I’m more then the sum of my parts. There’s something in me that tells me every day that I am more. There’s something in me that keeps me going when I want to stop (in every sense of the word). It knows that I’ve got something in me that’s special, that I can do anything and be anything. There’s something in me that looks and looks and won’t ever be satisfied. There’s something in me that won’t die (when I die) and I believe in it.