What is the point of life?
Living?
Loving?
Learning?
To what end do we need the light?
Learning?
Loving?
Leaving?
I think that I have been abandoned. But abandonment is commonplace in the race that we are, and not far from this race is a race to others and space, space of planets, space from wolves, space of loved ones, space from selves, what is the point?
I no longer feel the love of the ones I call brothers and sisters. I no longer feel the included, similar. Now I am excluded and intruded, only when they need me or don\'t have anywhere else to turn. I made mistakes, now I must pay.
But this price is not the way. I will seek out what I need, and I will take heed, for many things need to concede.
Maybe this race is my own... but I do feel that I belong to another.