Monsters in Suits

Fear comes in all shapes, sizes and corporate attire. When you walk through a room filled with black, white and gray, every inch of your body shifts to mimic these stiff figures typing away busily, unaware of the girl strutting through that hallway, making her short journey into the mouth of the beast.
And the beast is ruthless.
He grips you, she grills you, he stares you down, she bares her teeth, showing the slightest interest in your, what you believed to be "impressive", stories and adventures. You realize then on how insignificant you seem to be to the world.
Slowly, slowly, your own life seems to be sucked out of you like a helpless kid being bullied in the playground. You can only do so much. Your fingers shake and you hide your fears by gripping the edges of your second-hand, boxy coat, without realizing your bloody nails and blistered skin already increasing the pain you are in. All you want to do is run away.
You quickly flash back into your life; how your past has broken you, how your future has disappointed you, and how your present is hurting you. You can still change all that; you cannot back down now.
In the end, you leave with a smile, not of honest emotions, but out of pride, with tattered rags that once made you look like a warrior ready for battle. You walk with a limp, but hide the pain you feel. It is almost over now.
It is almost over.,.
Almost...
Almost.
Always, just... almost.

Starry Starry Night

It's strange looking at your old photos; you stare at that someone who looks like you but who you no longer recognize, surrounded by the best people in the world who you hardly ever see anymore, doing the same old, crazy and foolish things that you no longer have time to do.

You remember the mistakes you made and you rethink your choices, asking yourself questions like, "What was I thinking?" or "What would have happened if...". Then letting that notion go because, hey, what difference will that make anyways?

Then you catch yourself smiling, remembering all those starry, starry nights when you and your friends took on the town and danced till you got dizzy; waking up on the sands of the beach after spending the night wasting away the last few hours of the day after weeks of studying for finals.

That's what it was like then. The present is quite different, but as long as you have those starry night skies to help you wonder, imagine, and reminisce, I know you'll be alright.