There is no place for the me.
No hope for the I.
Singularity.
Empty.
Familiar.
Unwarrented.
No...
hope
for the one
Here is no why.
The reason is this.
You.
I.
No hope.
No bright smell of ash.
No cool damp sunshine.
None.
No one.
Not one.
Please.
Unless there are
2...
4..
6.
You know
.
!
?
