Dreams that seemed so clear turned out to be delusional hopes of a heart broken man. Nothing anyone can say or do change the utter truth; that stares at him with eyes so weary of anticipation. When world seems to stop and paths that lead to no where, is it worth walking into the darkness? Darkness can kindle thoughts that other wise tend to douse in the light. It’s a dejected feeling to be stuck in a vortex, when everyone else can seem to hyperspace through you. With shattered dreams, desolation is what to follow.