Alone

when the day wears thin and the youth we once thought would last forever starts to fade, we're left with little but wistful memories, images in our heads, that we keep replaying in our hearts and minds, wishing that we could relive those little moments.

when all's dead and gone, all that remains are remnents, ashes, bits that signify null. we came alone and we will all be left alone. for the fortunate few who must have accumulated massive amounts of good karma somewhere along the line, they have their loved ones by their sides but for those who watch their loved ones depart, would it then mean that they were meant to suffer the pain of loss?

we could debate on this all night long but the universe is a queer one. it gives you all answers but never to the question asked.

we are all alone, somehow.