We all take things. And we all will have something taken from us. That's all we can do. That's who we are. Take and be taken. Capture and be captured. Obey and be obeyed. Do and be done to. Repeated affirmation and denial, yet we keep fighting not to lose something. The people and places we love will inevitably be lost. We will be forgotten, life is tragic, empty. Yet we continue seeking reprehensibly even though we know we'll lose our lives, even though we know we wont exist. Continue hoping to be beautiful, so I ask myself which do I choose? I will keep choosing, keep being chosen. I choose... This.