We feed off of each other, our spirits intermingled in a dance. We cling to that knowledge we have held onto since birth. We struggle to release the doubts we have come to interpret. I am at a loss of self, as are you, finding only where our bodies greet each other. We are but one of many in this race against time, against what inevitably will happen. Struggling to persevere every ounce of one another. So much is wasted with hours, weeks, spent arguing. When that loss is achieved, only then do we learn our mistake, yet the mistake is always repeated.