Sometimes I wonder if anyone can hear me... or if the sound of my desolation is too piercing for human ears.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone can see me... or if they have become just as desenstized as I.

I sit here, my mind wandering through passages I've revisited repeatedly... when can I break the cycle and become once again what I've always known I have the potential to become?

Nothing lasts, everything fades.

And yet the pain persists.

If I needed you to find me, would you?

Find me. Leaving things unfinished is never good.

Let's finish this.