So, here I lay, alone.
Longing to be longed for.
Longing for the night
upon me to come to
an end.
I don't know where the
darkness grows in me,
nor from where the
ache in my heart
comes.
I have searched for
answers,
and for love,
and yet I have found
neither.
Perhaps tomorrow,
I will leave my bed,
and these answerless
questions behind me,
and give this life
an honest chance.

– William C. Hannan