Each day I feel a struggle against the cold shell that I envelope around my soul. Life becomes a more barren, boring existence. No excitement, no soul ... friends come and go; they all have their own lives now. Love comes in with the greatest intentions only to be just a passing reminder that everything is ephemeral.
So why believe in anything when everything fades?
Would it be too much just to find something that sparks the passionate fire within me? Would it be too much to believe something could last ... for once?