Imagine having nothing to live for...
Simply passing the days as if they were nothing...
No ambition, no reason for being alive save for fear of death...
Then, as if from heaven, a reason is born, and it becomes a single living goal...
Something to strive for, try and reach with all of your heart and soul...
Enough to leave behind anything you may have already grown accustom to...
Then, the reason is gone...
Snatched away...
A peice of your soul, your being, is ripped out and cast aside...
All the work, the sweat, the tears, gone...
And now your in the same pit you were before you were granted hope...
But now, you have a taste of paradise...
Living a mundane life isn't good enough any more...
It cant be...
You realize all the time you've wasted...
The things you've lost...
And the memories haunt you...
Even in your dreams...