The darkness shrouding around us as if daring us to deny it's presence, but no one was denying. It was real - this darkness and we all knew it. The lights and the hope of light all gone. The only light that shone was those of fast-moving things flying out of my field of vision before I can recognize the color. The lights illuminating the the environs for me to see that everything is in the same state of decay which is to say dying but not dead...yet. The lights also illuminating old dreams and new promises that as a rule must be broken. Promises that transform from thoughts to words but never make it past there. Never dead, just dying. Never actions, just promises. This unforgiving limbo in which we now reside. I am tired, aren't you?