A cure, a salvation from the pain of loneliness. Or do i merely take it over as my own? Standing alone as i greet the coming night, embracing the last remaining light, I realize that wisdom is not a gift but a curse. Do not be tricked by its seductive ploys, for it will only stand to kill the 'fortunate' from within. Cretinous fools we are. Amused how our fists clenched create the shape of our beating hearts, the one thing that never truly forgets.
I can only hope that someday, someone finds me...