“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald

It is the echo that goes unanswered. It is the prayer of the devout to a deity that has no notion that they have created life. It is a dog that has outlived his master and now stares each day at a door that will never open again. This is loneliness. This is my fear. This is my reality. It is made of beautiful memories like colored beads and yet no two of them fit into the greater mosaic.

As I sat on the school bus as a child, alone while the world was hostile on the other side of the glass I decided no one should ever have to feel unseen, or unheard. If only I could write the script of others' consciousness. Alas I open my eyes and the view is a classroom more barren than Antarctica and in my soul it is just as cold.

I have been left behind, and now I am only a godless prophet, crying out in a desert that has no ears and will never answer a plea it never heard. Alone.