I am cancer. I am love. I have a habit of breaking everything I touch. I am frailty. I am crutch. I am the emptiness that makes you want too much. You'll break. House wins. I am blind luck. Unheeded prayers. Echo in the darkness. Cold and empty air. Stare at your hands and wonder how it came to this. Lay back. Surrender. It's endless. You're weightless.