The Final Frontier:

There came a point in life when I had found myself isolated from everything that I had known. Every person, every place, every experience, suddenly cast aside like waste and filth in the gutter...for the world had changed around me. I had begun to see everything not in black and white, but in shades of gray, and walked apart from those that I had once walked with for a lifetime.

One day, the world as I had known it to be had come to an end, replaced with something outlandishly desolate and yet telling. A reflection of an ambiguously questionable existence, set before me against a bleak horizon. It started with the gradual revelations that my life was not as it had once appeared to be through the lens of my mind, my mental state left jaded from the less pleasant aspects of my time on this world. No longer did I gaze longingly upon the finer things in life, nor did I look to the places or people in it in the same way that I had previously. Drawing on mounting cynicism and doubt, my convictions merely began to escalate at the back of my mind, until that fateful day that I had decided to act in the face of the coming storms.

I had just happened to get out before it was too late. Gotten out before I could warn or save anyone else. I allowed things to happen as they would in the coming days, and made no attempt at preparing others or preventing the inevitable. What happened next, I can only describe as being in the final frontier.. a place wholly alien and foreign to me, and yet, a place that I could find enduring solace in. Solace in my own solitude, my mind left to an infinite loop of dutiful reflection upon lifes events, and an uncertain future..