The city...

There isn't really any justification for it. At least not that I could put into words. I mean, you might understand if you'd been with me every step of the way, but this journey has been one of disjoint paths, forgotten roads and lost travelers. High casualties, to say the very least.

Wait a second. Maybe there is a rationale. We are creatures of reason, are we not? But it's beyond you. This charming wake up call that I got today isn't necessary, because believe it or not, this is always on my mind. But wait, yet again. We are creatures of emotion and irrational behavior. I guess that's my reason, and at the same time, the reason I don't need a reason.

I look at what was, what is, and what might be. I had hope for the future, but as I sit here waiting to hear the sounds of promise, my faith in tomorrow slowly dwindles and eventually dies. The music that once was sweet is now an anthem of dispair, only surpassed in volume by the beating of my fearful heart and the dread I repeat to myself in my head as I fall further towards my eventual doom. How will this nightmare end, I wonder? How will my story conclude?

"And I looked out on the great city as so many before, which held it all...and it was that close...and it was mine." Maybe one day when I'm gone that last statement will come true.