Disappearing now were the sun's rays of heavenly light, shining down on an impossibly cruel and mundane world. Only to be replaced by darkness that hides the true face of evil, of human suffering. The only thing giving us a little hope were the tiny dots of light that were scattered across the night sky. But how can it be right? While I'am stuck on this barren and solid ground, that stars can shine so brightly, and so far away? But, maybe, there was still a chance, still hope to make things right. To correct the things that were lead so far astray. I am now nearing the end of my journey, nearing the end of my purpose here. The things I did and what are about to do, hopefully, will work out in good favor. People look at me like I'am sick, a wayward young man in need of medical treatment. But they don't know any better, I don't blame them at all. If I was in their place I would say that too. The only thing that I hope will happen is the pure bliss of knowing that when I'am done, I can expect to live in a new world, and live a happier life. It's funny how memory works. Sometimes you remember small things that are just mental snapshots, then other times you go for a ride down memory lane with a ticket you don't remember purchasing in a bus you don't remember getting on.