I feel so alone without hope of achieving that which I desire as time stands now. It seems I am within a box trying to claw my way out, one the world has put me in to see if I can understand the puzzle. There are no openings and all seems dark, no light from outside to guide. There is only the self and that which is the destination.
It feels so far away as life torments with its words of knowing that this had to be this way. There was no other way to reach this point, no other way to have come to know you without this path that has been taken. Without the steps that were taken one by one without knowing, all this would not be and have remained within another time line. But now we live here and bare it.
Time is sometimes not kind, making the lone journey harder. It tests the soul and the integrity to continue onward into the future that can be so uncertain. Sometimes there are no sign posts along the way, at least that can be seen or are familiar or in anyway comforting to understand. Today all is still in the pause, it has become a waiting game as the day has to move on, which at any other time would be a respite from hard times, here it just adds to the frustration of all that which cannot be done.
The journey is long as it stretches out toward the distant horizon, one which seems so far away as we stand watching.