I'm standing alone on this destruction-filled day. Every other flower dead in it'ss tracks by The master's deadly resentment, their vicious hate, their black souls. I feel no satisfaction or love. Instead I feel despair and suicidal. Was this God's plan all along? To make me feel and experience this traumatic experience. I'll never know. What I do know is I'm living, but not really. I don't feel alive.
