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As I hope for better days, or perharps for the inevitable end of our kind, I am left to wonder why I do.
Why do we hope ? What is this driving force that keeps us alive and fighting... If we keep hoping for better days then maybe some day will be better than the others..
It seems that for once I have lost all such reasons to keep going. With the lost of the only one I ever loved, I know that now love is nothing but an old memory. I will never love anything , not even myself... And that may damn be why I end up alone...
I live my life day by day, not sure of my long term future but very certain of what I am. Everyday may be the worst or even the last so therefore I hope to stay this way...
