*Say something you think would fit*

Can't you see...can't you see that I've had enough of this...this feeling of...I can't spend the rest of my life chasing your memory. It hurts too much.

And so we look into that ever expanding universe. The shining lights that are there, in front of us. There is nothing that divides us, nothing holding us back but ourselves. And we stay, we-we sit and we look at it like it's so far away from us. But it's right there. All it takes is that one knock, that one thing that we can grab hold of, that can pull us up, and push us towards the door. And when we open it...everything becomes clear. The entire sky, the entire world below it. If we just do something about it instead of just sitting and waiting for nothing. A nothingness that seems just as expansive, but is nothing more than empty space. We can't put everything that we have into a hope that one day there will be a tiny, glimmering light in that darkness. We have to make it ourselves.