“Is there anything here I can call my own? A feeling? A moment? Anything?
Will there ever be a time when I am truly loved? When I’ll know it and not wonder if it’s real?
Is there something I can protect and love and care about?
Is there a truth I can keep that has no fear attached?
Will there ever be a time when I can be somewhere and it will feel like home?
Will there ever be a time when I will look around me and know I am finally in the place I am supposed to be?
Is there anything here, anything I can see, while I breathe and breathe, trying to stay alive long enough to just be able to be here and know that I am here? Not just any here but the here I am supposed to be in.
Is there anything that I can call mine that will not eventually be taken from me?
Is there anything, anyone, ever?”
– Henry Rollins