Being Lost While Found

 "Please, tell me who I am supposed to be. Existence is futile unless given a sigh of hope in a purpose" -Quill

"I don't know if I should keep writing poetry or not, it's like giving food for thought. The people who consume it are gorged and drowsy, and those who need the syllables on their tongues are begging to be let into the room" -Quill

 "Coincidences craft situations: there is no logical way that it could be your fault. Fate plays the ploy of  people and our minds are merely bidding against us" -Quill

"Words last forever on a page, memories wean with age. I don't remember what you said to me, but I still have the worn diaries pages that hold the pain of remembering for me" -Quill

"I remembering reading the dictionary, the words floating and tying themselves to the pieces of my life.  Though, even now, I can't remember if too many of the words described me Or if not enough defined me" -Quill

"Monster: a creature that resides outside the reigns of the culture, societal expectations and time of which it lives. Degraded by the cruel monsters of the society they once resided within; the flesh of humanity and moral merely a flimsy mask. The monster dwindles from view until othered by the society itself, left to wander the wastes of broken histories wondering, "What did I do wrong?'" -Quill