We build upon experience and it shatters us from the inside out. A dangerous thing to wear willingly. There is nothing beautiful about falling asleep under heavy covers of a former life filling pages of colorless poetry before your dreams spur with nightmares and truth which once was a mere escape to. No longer are these words yours for you to fill life into them. Be concsious, be living. One day you will find purpose. One day this will make sense.