He didn’t know where it went. He no longer knew what it was. Maybe it was him? Maybe it was others?
He looked blindly around. There was no one here to tell, nothing here to remind him who he once was, what he now was.
Now. Change had occurred. Change was the only constant in life. He dwelt on that word. Life was love. Life was loneliness. Love and loneliness lingering before something else.
It couldn’t be.
Nothing could, without hope. Yes. He clung onto that word even though its meaning went. Where, he didn’t know.
“I write to shine light into the shadows.” – the writer