Words for the Ghost in this Shell

Darkness comes and goes. But the light of the world will remain even when you can't see it. No matter how dark it gets, the smallest pinprick of light can become a beacon for us all. It's so hard for me to remember that sometimes.

That's why I write, why all my characters are so broken. Because I am too, and I just want us all to figure it out together. Not how to fix ourselves, but to realize that there's nothing to be fixed.

Sometimes it takes me a long while to remember that the only thing that eclipses my hatred for humanity, is my love for it. The hands that reach out through their own darkness to push others to the light. The ones with little who give everything. The ones that even when drowning in dread still crack a joke to keep us laughing so we can finally take a break from crying.

I think everyday about killing myself. I have to be honest about that. But beyond that, even in my most lucid moments when I can break free from the cage long enough to take a breath, I find myself filled with apathy for my own life. Something that I know many of us feel.

I urge both the soul of the shell writing this and any who read it to remember the light, your light, may seem like a candle in the wind to you. But it's a bonfire to me.