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Dear Life the letter starts, but ever so quickly it ends with a bang. Greeting death, I know hindrance was my middle name. For a short time my name may be whispered, but just as soon as the spring showers arrive, it will be forgotten. Life without love is not life at all. Isolated I am. Dead I will be before the sun rises. RIP.
===Trying time and time again to pull through the hopelessness, I find that I have failed life yet again. Laying across my bed with only enough energy to weep, I wonder how a person is suppose to redeem themselves. Starting fresh doesn't seem plausible when pasts evils have a death grip on the future. Equated to a sailor who is trapped at sea, I fight to stay afloat only with the knowledge that for every moment fought is another ten moments of agony. Wishing for death but only allotted pain and sorrow, I wonder how much more a mere helpless man can take.
===As I lay here remembering what once was I try and forget the times of utter happiness. These moments will never be had again as I have lost all hope for bringing the past back to light. Spaceships, time machines, transporters... tried them all. I am a man lost I in a painful downward spiral wishing to hit the bottom so that I can begin to try and crawl out. Sporadically I act trying to stop the fall, however these actions only lead to new pain. This new pain only puts me farther away from happiness and constantly elevates my level of sorrow. Continually I grow tired of pretending that nothing is the matter when everything is. Is life never to evolve into anything better than this downward spiral?