Rare moments are those that I feel invincible, that I feel as though my body could run across the country, my mind could force my hands to write a novel that would change the world, that I could change the world. It is not a short time after that I realize the truth, my lungs are fading, my heart is weary and my mind far gone from the vicinity of intelligence and openness it once loosely ran through. I will be the death of my soul, this lifestyle will kill me.