Overcoming Death-Like Pallor And Exhaustion

Any given day, there is some violence or contempt destroying the desired joy we all hope to achieve; There's cold ugliness and abandonment on callous streets where love vanishes and hope retreats; Perhaps, one day we'll die in an unforeseen moment and pedestrians will walk over our bodies like discarded trash; every kiss comes to an unwelcomed conclusion and every sacred memory is doomed to the outskirt corners of the past; our hearts begin to fade like ancient photographs sitting silently in sunlit suburban windows; and the only answer to the overwhelming sadness is to discover some personal redemption within; one has to create their own mystical, protective charm and define their own purposeful reason to exist; I'm living alone now remembering a woman's eyes, and maybe that will be the last thought on my last night but I'm determined to see myself through any afternoon discouragement and descending midnight gloom.