Saturday, November 10, 2007


What can a person say when everything in his past is challenged, and then it fails? A certain essence lent to a reality to give a more hopeful appearance ... lost.

I used to think all injustices would someday be rectified. I thought in this long term thought process, one which would stem thousands and thousands of years. Now I truly (no more doubt) believe I only have so many years. Then poof.

What a scary idea. Even scarier is I feel more alone than ever.

I think it will be for the best. I just wonder about so much right now.


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