Life has always been difficult. Yet I believe if you ask anyone in the world they would tell you the same thing. It's just the way it goes, life is meant to have it's ups and downs. It's how you handle these moments that either make or break you. I've been made and broken so many times over I could honestly not remember well enough to tell you all the times and what happened during them. But I remember enough to know they happened, and those moments are what brought me here.
I live alone now, in New York. Making it day by day living off whatever I make as a bar tender that night. Tips are amazing sometimes and I'm grateful for every one. It's not a perfect life but it keeps a roof over my head and food on my table. I'm single, have no more family to worry about and can't honestly complain about my life at this point.
So why am I at a dirty old lake musing over life and past mistakes? Well, this is just how I pass the time. It gets me through the day and keeps me grateful for what I have. Tonight though... Tonight just seems off. The sky is an odd color, and the air feels thick. Not to mention there isn't a sound besides my own breathing. Something just isn't right. Worse yet in the distance, there seems to be a star or something, brighter than most... It's... Falling?
