Destitute & Over

It hit me the other day.  It's over.  All of it is over.

There's no hope.  No hope at all.  This is random.  There is no reality.  It is whatever it is.

Just a random collection of things.

You are irrelevant.

I am irrelevant.

We will be forgotten.

It is all for nought.

Zero sum games.

There is only pointlessness.

Why?

No answers, only questions.

I can drag myself back to the surface.  But only to take a breath.

The next time, I won't be coming back up.

Joaquin out.