• Is it really there? Or is it once again nothing more than an illusion? Why must my tribulation-filled journey end with nothing more than illusory images to trick me, mere deceptive figments of my sober hopes, and of that which could never be truth. Why me? Is this everyone? Do I want it to be everyone? If everyone is to experience these same feelings, then what so sets me apart? What am I to say that I have gone through that which others have not? My menial place leaves me nothing short of utter despondence in the world, and in mine own life. But aside these mournful afflictions, I see nothing; leaving my existence to that of an impedimentary entity; a purely enigmatic, translucent, impedimentary entity. Why must I suffer such a fate? Is not this lifelong isolation enough to truly personify the enigma that I am? Why too must I undergo social segregation, restricting me from my release of this state? I feel the humanistic feelings as all others do, and I understand them in myself as all others do, yet the theory confounds me that all people are individuals. Was not man created equal? And if so equal, are they not in fact the same? Aren’t we all nothing more than another faceless pawn in this flow of time? Why then would she ever care for just another pawn? What would ever set me apart, and make me different? There is nothing.
    I possess no prominent physical traits, skills, intelligence, or ability. Why then would I be different? Perhaps the personal moral values that one possesses is the true measure of their worth, but why then am I worth nothing? Perhaps in turn, my personal moral values are worthless, as I have none. My values are worthless despite my efforts, and I too, am indeed nothingness. May my figurative heart leap from my body immediately, and may these feelings of amour leave the very recesses of my thoughts. I am nothing, and she is everything. Perfection, personified. My putrid existence is not worth any tithed value of attention she could ever give me. And thusly, I have become a thief as well.