The Nameless Story

As I grew, as I aged, I'd seen my world fall apart-multiple times. But, also the outside world go to utter shit. How could one find inspiration in that? I'd look to the stars, the moon, anything that had any remote beauty. All I could think was, "We're all dying." Nobody could change the thought. Not my consolers, I had four throughout this year. My parents, sister--my horrible six year old sister--everything had gone to shit since my mom lost the house, my father died, she'd lost her job and it all seemed to come down on me. I was an author, without inspiration. That was until finally I found something that hadn't gone to fail me, at least yet it hadn't..