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.