forrest-eaglin

Moments ago come fleeting by...

There is no choice.
I must sit here in the dark.
No one is around.
Yet I am not the remainder.
There are others.
Others of another kind.
Are they there, or are they not?
I guess it is for me to decide.
But none of spoken to me.
Why am I all alone?
They torture me with their silence.
Oh, but why don't you talk to me?
Is there no one else?

I never believed in dying.
That I would just live and live.
I guess it could be worse...