Stripped of my glory,
I'm wounded and sorry.
For there in my heart lies the deepest of quarries.

The stone being my pride,
My sole sensation of joy.
My insides are empty, my efforts void.                             
           
I want to taste the lead.
I want to kiss the sky.
I want to see the nothing.
I want to feel the dry
cold depths and dark hollows where my being shall no longer be...
Where my feelings shall no longer feel, where my saddened eyes shall no longer see.
                                
But still I live a live life.
I bleed this bright red blood and gaze into a clear starry sky. I laugh when I am well, and when I am not, I cry.
As humans do.

The purpose.
The goal.
The reason to be.
It is clear nor is it evident.
But it is there. And for a reason.
I am loved. You are loved. We are loved.
We all love.
This we must not forget.
Remember the drive.
Don't quit.
Remember the drive.