"Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars


Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares"

-Loreena McKennit, "Dante's Prayer"

I don't know what I want to do anymore. I'm just tired of being here, and tired of not knowing.