How in the world did it all go so wrong? Is it a generational thing? Loveless falls utterly short when it comes to describing this. There’s an element of hatred, resentment – for dreams unfulfilled, effort unreturned, love unrequited. Is that what everything is destined to become – a dry, dead husk of what was dreamed and envisioned? A young woman, entering a contract for life. A young man, taking on a responsibility that makes his chest swell with pride.
Gone. Wasted. As fleeting as the dream that fades at dawn.
And me. Strong, proud, full of anger. What was I trying to do, ultimately?
As someone recently said, I write because I have no gun.