I Live For Nothing And Everything

but i am, in all ways, what i love. and if that be true then i am the late nights: awake and alone. i am the books i read: old and forgotten. the laughter that remains in the avenue after dark. the things that let me be, they offer peace. and the art that refuses to stay in my body, it always finds its way out.

those are the things that consume me.

i am a lot like you, all of you. i live for nothing and everything, for all the little moments that are too hard to live.

– R. M. Drake