I'm rummaging through the great divide, inside my mind. Looking for answers, where there are only questions. Seeking truth where there is only opinion. Confused and weary I press on. Struggling to maintain my composer as I fight to pull myself back together. Knowing all to well that to reveal this to anyone could spell disaster.

The world is changing all around me. Yet I feel powerless to change the world. I see things falling apart all around me, and I so want to put the pieces back together, but I don't know how. I don't think thing will ever be the same again. But maybe we can build something better, from the pieces as they fall. No one wants to see everything fall apart. But maybe it's for the best. And all we can do is just pick up the pieces and start over. Learn from our failures and move on. The hardest part is letting go of what was, and concentrating on what is.

The world I know is gone. And all that remains are a few trinkets, and a hole were my heart used to be.