Desolation… Every night I dream of a comfortable embrace, with our fingers entangled and steeped in warmth. With a longing fulfilled a calm rises in the chest and a relief sets into the chest. I forget everything that’s hanging and weighing over me. The past does not matter, and the future does not exist for me, and the void that is pulling my consciousness away is everything there is. Maybe everyone is alone when the oblivion comes for them but for the brief moment before it might be the best feeling if I choose to embrace it with all your heart.