Everlasting Solitude

Walking through the fog of solitude, on a silent path of virgin dust. Thoughts of empty promises and broken dreams follow each step, and slowly crawl from dust to brain, and back again. Searching for the hidden meaning of a life's journey, a truth that eludes both eye and soul. If there was pain in his body, he could no longer feel it. He aimed for the cold and the wind and the dangers of the wild, trying to find that which would make him feel alive again, for even suffering is better than such emptiness. But it was in vain. Salvation was no longer an option for his damned soul.

He closed his eyes and whispered yet again just one word...

'Why...?'