The library is made by its readers and the writers.
I always thought luck was this huge scam that I wanted to steer clear of. It's hard though, it's hard not to give in to your insecurities.
Nights are when my flaws come out to play in the dark and the real me finally breathes like a dragon into the darkest of nights. The nights have gotten darker since then. Before there were stars, now just airplanes.
I had three pillars and I needed one more to keep this structure upright, less did I know the final pillar was me.