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Look up.
Look down.
Look to the side.
Look around.

What do you see?
What do you want?
What do you hope for?
What can you pray for?

I don't know.
I never knew.
I don't understand.
I don't think you do.

Have you seen a person?
Have you seen a soul?
Have you seen the eyes of a pain wrecked hole?
Have you wondered why the world doesn't always seem to turn?

Done is the beginning.
Done is the end.
Done is my endless wandering around this wretched bin.
Done is my only cry as the horror pushes on.

Look what I have done.

Light

Can you see light?

The light in the sky, the light in the wind, in the trees. Can you see the soul? The soul of a person, thought, being.

I thought we'd all get along great, I thought this world would hold true.

It doesn't.

It won't.

Light.

It flies through space and time, it goes faster than anything, moves more gracefully and efficiently. Why can't we all just be a little more like light?

What are we missing?

Choices.

We make mistakes, we are delusional, we forget. I don't want to forget, but how can I not?

Why do I write?

I write because to not would be to kill me, I write because I'm whinny, I write because I don't know what else to do.

Fly.

Soar.

Light.

Shine.

Don't forget. But what is it you really want to remember?

This is the way my brain thinks. This is the way that it functions and rolls. Do you recognize it? Can you see similarities between my brain and yours?

Or am I really all alone?