I see the vague outline of in the distance, it’s just enough for me to crave it. . . But that’s all there is to it. That small craving, never stilled. I feel my tears teasing me, but they don’t come out. I can’t cry, I can’t feel sad, but I can sure as hell feel like I’m dying deep on the inside like a stranded wall on shore. None of my signals for attention have been seen on the dimming sky, all of them went ignored. And so, through the increasing trajectory of this event I see myself falling to my knees, whimpering like a lost puppy as the enemy takes me out. The only one who does pay me attention and his name is. . . Deprivation. 

I feel weakened. I just cannot go on anymore. So instead of wasting my last reserve of energy for naught to chase after it I will protect the energy in isolation. I will be gone forever, me and my signals of despair.