Its as if all those prayers to no one in particular are finally heard by I don't even know who. Probably he-who-controls-fate.

It's like a reward, a gift, a consolation for all those silent prayers I don't even know I'm subconsciously saying. It's like a tragedy, a punishment telling me this is not over yet, and probably not anytime soon.

Distance never to be closed, glances and glimpses never enough to satisfy, insight never enough to understand. Life's own lesson never meant to be understood by mere mortals.

Someday you'll just be left wanting to reach for the light at the end of the tunnel. Because the whole world would too soon turn into that pitch-black tunnel, leaving only a glance, a glimpse of the light to push you forward, stripping away any excuses of giving up, of sinking into the darkness.