Is this as good as it gets? Is this really the end of the road? We've come so far, and yet there is no reward in sight. How long must we venture down this way, into certain distruction, before we find what we came for? Is there no reason? Not love, not lust, not even power? Then what? What is this force that compels us? What is this that pushes ME? Is there no end to the mystery? Or am I to forever walk in darkness, never knowing the truth. That feeling, that bitter-sweet taste, of satisfaction, knowledge, of gratification. Is that what I seek? Tell me, if not, then what. So then leave me to wander in the darkness, and hope that I find my way back into the light, back to where I belong, where I ought not be, but ought to be anyways. Lead me into the light, and cast down this umbrella that hides me. Lift the shade and thrust me into the world.
Your world.










