I stare gallantly at the moonlit windshield of my nearly destroyed red Ford Focus and wonder; Not whether or not it will start in the morning, bringing my already insignificant life to a sudden halt in lieu of transportation; but in deep thought of where it will undoubtedly end up once I'm finished with it and its short journey throughout my life. This all the while I sit calmly on the cold rigid steps of my apartment building smoking the days last cigarette.
I have little battery left on the laptop that I'm writing these very words. In my generation I am but few that will have the ability to say that in absolute truth, for who knows what the future brings but the past has not held the conveniences of what we share today.
The morrow brings naught but hope, for it is but another day. Live on beings, it is simply all that we know.
