My home is gone.

The world I knew and all those who came with it have perished. Now I am all that remains.

The heat of the day and the chill of the air at night have altered things in ways that I cannot describe.

I fear that madness has gripped my soul. Each day feels like an hour, and each hour passes so quickly.

All the meandering and aimless purpose that I pursue is for nothing.


It seems that even the dust that surrounds me has a destiny far greater than I.

Perhaps if I endeavor to leave my somber nightmare things could change. Leave it for pastures and people unknown.

However, I don’t think I can muster the strength nor the courage.

Both of those have long since faded and mixed with the sand beneath my feet. I know deep in my bones that is what I must do.

But perhaps it is buried too deep. Deep beneath the colorless ocean of flesh that sits atop my breaking body.

To find it would be a miracle.

Redemption or dismay lies ahead. The fortunes of the world lie in the palm of your hand. Seek and you shall find. Turn a blind eye and you will perish never realizing the true potential of your being.