If it were only so easy to rid myself of this nagging feeling of doubt, I would. I would toss it aside like so much refuse and ignore its passing into the wasteland of modern societal trash. I would forget about how I still love everything good - about how there are still commitments to be honoured - and I would run for the hills.
If it were somehow simple for me to become immune to my own silent tears, I would do it. I would force myself to live life without holding out for some silver bullet to end my woes and I would grin and bear the day-to-day mess that constitutes living. I would hold the feelings I have close against me for one last time before I rid myself of the pain and the regret and the sorrow and the good and the good and the good good good good.
If all these things could somehow suffice to make a life less grating, I would gladly accept their coming. Some say that the loss of faith has harkened an era of reckless, desirous fulfillment at the cost of ethics and morals. I wholeheartedly agree with this statement. When at some point along our journeys we must inevitably meet another less constrained than we, when that person without conscience enters via stage left and settles into our drama, that is when we most need the Light. We will see that the truth is open to everyone to see, if only they have the willpower to make themselves see it.
Hope. Love. Beauty. Faith. Art. Goodness. Generosity. Inspiration. Truth. Nature.
All these things take the strength of willpower to see. It is only too easy to allow ourselves a blinded sight, one which is shuttered to all else but evil. Remember that while there is great evil in the world, there is also these things. There is always Light. No darkness can exist without an antithesis. I believe that I will see the Light again, although I do not know how. But when I need to see it, I will.
I pray that I will.

This whole work does not make any sense to me.

I am writing incoherencies. Please stop me. Please stop reading. If there is no one left to read, is it possible still to wri-