How dark it is here; living in this surreal half-life. I feel that there is
no place to go...except into a downward spiral. Life rushes past
me at a sharp, relentless pace. There is no mercy at the steely, cold
grip of fate. It is as if our lives were planned in some meticulous
orchestration of misery. How I have prayed to die, to escape this
grueling and unpredictable saga. I can only hope for some dim light
at the end of this insatiable vortex. "I will find you," Rachel cried from
that eerie place her soul had traveled to. "Even in death... I will find
you!"
