We are made from nothing.
But we are not nothing.
We are something,
We rely not on outside forces to build us up,
Rather we gain from the strength within ourselves.
This wonderful sensation of self-empowerment and humble dignity pulses through our entire being.
But we are lonely.
We long for purpose greater than what we know possible.
Aimlessly running through a sky with endless limits, pushing all boundaries,
A purpose is found,
Releasing our strife, our worry, our insecurities.
We are something.