There is no reason left for me to find.
No purpose I have yet to discover.
It happened as it was
I can do nothing
Time has shifted my mind towards other things, only for passing moments.
As I wake, as I breathe,
it haunts me.
Madness consumes me in moments of motionless memory.
The covers seem cold on hot nights, the heat to much to bear in the dead of winter.
Questions I can never answer twirl above me, dancing to deride me.