Days are no longer days, the sun rises and it sets, yet nothing changes...Life still remains a constant unyielding pursuit of what we have conceptualized to be happiness and success. Yet who wins in the end? It would seem as if we all lose. We are all brought to ultimate equals when last page turns for each of us. I thought life would make some grandiose reveal as to what should mean something to us as humans and I would be able to breathe easy. But what would seem as a light at the end of a tunnel turns out to be, time and time again, a candle burning out by the moment you reach it. Every false light keeps me pushing to the next year, the next birthday, every year I find myself having to find a new light to run towards, hoping that this will finally be the true light at the end of the tunnel. I remain here, almost rationalizing that life is in a darkly funny way, its own form of punishment deserved. I have forgotten what sleep is because I don't need dreams to taunt me with what the mind wants. I remain here and drown out the deafening silence with clothes and shoes and delirium from lack of sleep. Because to say you're happy with your life is a lie.