Nothing is our own. I have been cutting ties with those who matter most because each each day just seems the same and I just long to break away from everything, from these constant cycles, from these constant wars. I refuse to follow blindly anymore. Cut me free from this misery. Take me just as I am. Save me from myself. Save me from who I've been. My eyes have seen these scars: your hands, my hammer, my nails and my mind is released I now know what I have seen: An unfailing love for all eternity. We are born into this world seeking entitlement, acting as if we alone allowed the stars to align. We fear the unknown so we deny its existence acting as if we exist beyond the confines of time. We travel roads we pretend we previously paved, we act as if we hold the pen. We are not the authors and now I know that nothing is our own. We are made, we are known.