i am not immortal. there are only so many breaks my bones can face and so many beats my heart can brace, before i return to right where i started. i am no architect. there are only so many bricks i can strategically place against and on top of each other’s base, before the roof collapses and all of my work comes crashing down upon me. i am no teacher. there are only so many words that i can give and so many minds that i can stitch before people realize that they will outlive and outreach their impact and state of being. i am not a bird. i can only jump so high, and i can only hope to fly before gravity’s current reels me back into earth like the sea and sends me to where deep down always knew i belonged. i am not a legend. i am a boy who is always sipping on someone else’s wine in the middle of his own life’s vines who is sinking into mediocrity faster than the amount of time it would take to save his own legacy. but i am me. and you are you. and though i am not much at all, in my skin i can fall, when you whisper into my ear that you need me too.

-amd