I think we'd all like to think we're something special, that we have something new to bring to this world, that our little bubble of existence is the be all and end all. Luckily I know i'm not special, I am different yes, in the way that everyone else may be a rose and I am dandelion, they are all stars twinkling coldly in the night sky and I am the meteor crashing, falling, blasting through earth's atmosphere, too messy, too loud, just too. All i really have left is my words, and I am glad to share, enjoy.