I fell off my bike. So now, here I am, lying on some frozen part of road at the end of the world. Why have I fallen? Has the innocence of ice brought me down? Down to the sobriety of reality. Is this where I’m supposed to be? What has brought me here? Did my successes or my wrongdoings lead me down this treacherous path? Fate? Destiny, perhaps? The mere composition of a million different coincidences randomly diced by some higher being? It seems so meaningless to ponder about, and yet it is the only thought occupying my mind.

I can hear the frozen lake whispering my name. It’s shallowness awaits, ready to drown my empty soul. It welcomes me home. Oh, how I long for some warmth, the tender kiss of sunlight. That’s all a humble man can ask for. But, it’s no use, light is far away now. Where did you go, and why did you leave? Only tiny remnants remain now, shattered around me like shards of broken glass. The pieces keep me company as I gaze at the stars, incapable of conjuring up any valid train of thought, like a preposterous attempt at grabbing mist. What is my purpose? What am I supposed to do? Why am I alive? As soon as I reach out to grab the answers, they vanish. Sometime soon I must get up. One cannot remain on the hard ground forever, but as I glance at the lake, I can tell its shore has crept closer. It longs to carry me away, away, to a tomb of silence. Maybe that is what I need, a moment to rest, to close my eyes. Afterall, darkness is a time for repose..