new thought.

cliche as it may be:
as i leave this era of total darkness. one might say that i've come "to the end of the tunnel."
you know, where the light is.
but if the light is a train, my ultimate demise.
or if the light is only a figment of my imagination.
how much longer can i travel? how much further can i walk?
how much more can my already defeated soul take before i completely give up and write books from under the overpass?

hope. i have some.
optimistic. i am not
i can only hope.