I wrote this on 11/19/1998. Fortunately, I don't feel this way anymore. Maybe someone can relate.
As the heart turns black, the soul looks back, always wondering what could have been had I took that chance. The future looks bleak, but I dare not speak of the things that I have seen. No one listens, no one speaks. They just flock around like unled sheep.. No, I'm not the shephard that I used to be, now just a man failing miserably. I ask that I may know the meaning of my soul, but I only hear empty echoes in the corridor. The fire inside smolders within. Anger. Frustration. But fear no more of the ones who speak of violence, intolerance, and of their own miserable lives. Go away from me, leave my world, for I have no time for you. I once thought I did, but you are like butchers that befriend the cow only before slaughter. Good bye.
With much Love,
NEVER QUIT .