We all begin the same. Not wanting to exist-but still here, emerging into the light, sucking in air, gasping -existing. It's neither a curse nor a blessing, too early to label it as such. All you need are little things, happy and sad-both and neither.
Then you're here in the grey area. Nothing too bright, nothing too dark. But sometimes there are trembling flashes of bright blinding light, and sometimes you plummet into pitch black-while not moving at all.
Now the darkness is closing in. You had to exist anyway. Still gasping for breath. It's either a curse or a blessing, it's too late to decide. All you need are little things, to make you feel a little bit. You're here but you're gone- both and neither.