Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.