Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley

4.13-15.12

and in the end

what it all came down to

was that everyone here was here because they wanted to be

we all were excited to be there

i like to be different

i'm afraid when everything is said and done
it will be that i'm the one that can't commit

that i prefer to be alone
that in the end
i didn't live for love
but for loneliness