This is a piece of fiction; Part 2
I felt my heart drop into my chest, my feet sink into the ground, my fear rise to my conscience. There was nothing left for me here. Reality faded into memories, just like existence dwindled to nothingness. Slowly examining what has happened, I felt powerless, worthless…weak. There was nothing I could do to fix it. Like so much in the world, you expect more than you can get, you want more than you can have, and give more than you can. I gave more than I could. I drained myself. But for what?
For it all to fade away into void? I grew out of it all, there I was naked having nothing to cover me up other than my loneliness. Change was my enemy. There is nothing that lacks the power of change. Loved ones change to strangers, happiness changes to agony, just like summer changes to autumn, and mocks us with its beauty. But there’s nothing we can do about it except find a way to adapt. It’s human nature, we adapt to our surroundings. We adapt in order to exist. I exist, and therefore I am.