When one looks at the world as a whole, this poetry collection amounts to nothing at all. Not only that, you and I probably amount to nothing. Yet, there is some substance, a little "something" that makes life worth living. We spend all our lives living under the shadow of this little bit of nothing, and live our entire lives not knowing what it is, always looking at the parts and never the whole. This is me trying to make sense of these parts with the hope that someday, they'll help me realize what's worth fighting for.