Sometimes I feel like Sybil.
Energetic and determined.
Young, naive, and green.
Idealistic, maybe.
But with my sights fixed on a sure future that I cannot see but know is there.
I usually feel invulnerable then.

And Sometimes I feel like Tom.
Detached and empty and pointless
Yet still invincible
maybe even because of this.
Immune to pain and loss because I never claimed anything mine to lose.

But Sometimes I feel like Zachary.
Sad and lonely and stretched thin.
And like I'll only be hated for trying because I can't do enough, facing it all.
Like the world, or life or... death is bearing down on me but no one's willing to understand.

And Sometimes, I feel like Max.
With something heavy and dark looming just over my shoulder, at the back of my mind.
Something unplaceable but barbed yet numb.
Something old and big and festering.
A weight we carry.
Something giving pause and thought to each step.
A wound. A mistake. A promise
Broken.
A silent apology for quiet sins too loud.
Captive to our nature, with a small hope.
Hope that it will be okay in spite of everything.

A hope Sybil would be more than happy to help bloom.