There were many times where I have felt like Thorn: strong, capable, and determined to follow the rabbit all the way down the hole to find out what’s there in order to suss it out and turn wrong into right.
Most days, anymore, I feel like Sol: tired, worn out, like a man who knows far more than he ever should have known, and wanting to go home.
Of course, unlike Sol, I am a non-religious man. There is no home. If I take that step, then that is it. I become only a memory. Granted, we all become memories at some point, but that also means I find no comfort in it.
So what does one do? I want to go home, I want to leave this existence, but there is no other existence. I am caught between a rock and a hard place. What does one do when they feel as if they do not belong anywhere, living or dead?
THE DARKEST THOUGHTS BEFORE THE DAWN
