Life has taught me one thing for certain, it was a good possibility
before, but it has been cemented into fact now.
I will be alone, for as long as I live in this world, there
will be no companion at my side. No lover to fall asleep with, no friend to
share the random moments, no quirky pet names traded in a cute fashion. I will
be, as I have almost always been, alone.
It is not a choice I have made or a proclamation that I
stand and give voice to, it is simply a matter of being. I am incapable of ever
giving enough to someone else to quench the desire in their soul. I lack the
light, the warmth, and the comfort that is required. I lack the ability to be
more than I am, and I do not know of a way to create that which is needed.
I am completely and without hope, broken. By soul, by body,
and by mind. There is no other defining characteristic which can make up for
the lack of being that I am or have become.
I am, above all else, nothing.