The ache of time experienced and space remembered spreads across my psyche, causes cracks, and I watch as my mental fortitude starts to dissolve and disintegrate into dust. All points lived and all hoped for scenes come rushing in to this one now, flooding me with things that have been and might be, but are not now. The ache of the experience of now weighs me down and pushes out from within until I feel like I want to end but don't. ... Nothing, this now is quiet and nothing, as I hold the memories as I hold the hope all I can do is endure these quiet moments and not let slip life from my grasp.