I have no words. I have no wisdom. I have no success. I have no dream. The mind can be a horrible place, and memories visions of torture, and hopes false light never given life outside the dark. For light cannot illuminate that which has no vision, no place of origin, no destination. For where can light go when there is nowhere to be found?

And that is true torture. Nowhere. Nothing. To never succeed in that which matters most to a mind. To never taste that which a soul craves more than light. To always hunger and have not food to satisfy, and no stomach for food that could satisfy. And when the mind despairs what then is left? For when the will is gone and the mind finds no solace there is naught but emptiness.

This is the burning hell that shreds the souls of those who suffer emptiness in this world. To dream and have only black. To wish and receive nothing. To hope and find only emptiness. To try only to fail and fall.