Dear Void,

Sometimes I wonder about my life.
I lead a small life. Well, not small, but

circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder,

do I do it because I like it, or because

I'm not being brave?
So much of what I

see reminds me of something I read in a

book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?
Perhaps it's small because it's mine?
Anything good in my life has come from the times
that I have boldly confronted the darkness.
But those days feel over.
I remember when I was the future of the world.
And now I am raising the future.
Who will soon move on and create his future,
and once again I will be sitting here feeling small.

I don't know if I want an answer to this.