After my great loss, I could barely imagine being worth the effort to survive. But I didn't actually desire more time. As my greatest hopes and sweetest dreams splintered, they were all shattered beyond my ability to care.
I am beyond the ability to save. My future is meaningless due to my inability to embrace what is unfair. Why bother? Why live for tomorrow if everything I embrace remains in the past. Why try to live in a world manifestly broken as entropy tears.
