To Whom It May Concern:

I was a young fool who borrowed the images of glory from the histories of my time.  It’s the typical nature of young men to want to achieve the unachievable, without knowing the cost of such actions. As all young men, I imagine, of our time – I went full headed into the vary path that promised glory, but would come out the other side with nothing more than an empty feeling and sleepless nights.  How strange for a grown man to fear sleep?  But the very nature of sleep is to surrender to the very actions that lead us to create such fears.  Fortunately, I am no longer a young fool, living a foolish dream.

“What must I say?” I cannot presume to comprehend what the dying breath of lost dreams and desires means.

“Haven’t I done enough, said enough, and lived enough?”

“Amassing the collective rejection of the actions that seek out and destroy the dreams and desires of young fools.”  I believe this to be a true statement, but as all things succumb to time, so does the truths I once so strongly clung upon.  “These truths do not remain self-evident as once promised, they merely begin to fade, contort, and dissolve into something unrecognizable – unimaginable and sadly meaningless.” 

Tomorrow brings yesterdays past and with it doubts and misdoings. Its unforgiving way of reminding even the noblest of creatures of the shortcomings which prey upon the tiny cracks of pride. 

How woefully inept of an attempt to be philosophical, utterly self-righteous to endeavor to self examine.

“What more can I do?”

It is the day I see and the night I fear, but nothing more and nothing less will change this fact.  I live emotionless and loveless – I do not seek your empathy, nor wish for companionship to ease the aches of a life lived of regret.  

“I’m a man out of time – out of patience, and sadly out of anyplace left to ride.”