I write this in confidence, that no one will read it. If it’s found, no one will see it. Its name is nameless just as I. Life can’t be so fair as to give me my name. My title is all I have as my life is lifeless, my work tireless, to write this, is a task no man can achieve. Only I, the one in the dark, that cannot see the light, no matter how hard I try. Only the blurry images tossed upon my path, that force me to stop to call out their last words, through these I see the world I can never touch. And so I write this in confidence that no one will read it.