How did the shutter grace over my eyes in such a span of time? My life was never with such darkness until that fateful night that she left me. Its been a year, and I've never felt so desolate and destitute in my life. Why is it that I still love her and desire her even now? It seems foolish, I know... But... why do I still feel this way? What is it about her that keeps sending me into a spiral, questioning everything I know to be true.

I feel foolish because I know there are people that have to contemplate their last days from bombs flying overhead, or the next time men with green banners wish to slaughter their home villages to convert to their oppressive way of thinking and believing in a god.

I have my own pains, but that is no excuse to ignore the obvious suffering of those who are near and far to me.

What the hell am I to do?