Another day rolls over, I open my eyes to a foggy view, overshadowing the crisp golden rays of our warm yellow star, on the waterfront of a faked beach, and I wonder why? Why did any of it happen? Why was I knocked completely out of orbit, of a life I clawed and bled for? Was it me that screwed it all up? Was the world just being a dick? Alas we’ll never know. Some “things” just aren’t meant to be answered.