So much death. Not even just physical death, but emotional death, relationship death. Death of dreams. Dreams that will never be. Hope Death. I hoped it would go a certain way. And it didn’t. So, I walk around the (city) asking why; grieving. Feeling sorry for myself. Looking for a resolution, like it’s written on paper, crumpled up and tossed in a dirty street corner. I’ll look and then I’ll find it. I’ll stoop down to pick it up, unwrinkle it and wish beyond the earth it will have an answer. a clue. I can’t find the answer beyond my heart and head. Sometimes I want to control everything. And I can’t. So, I keep walking and searching and sighing.