Empty Space

I'm alone; with only thoughts and memories. I watched as the world grew dim, until the last of its light flickered out and plunged it into complete darkness. Silence, the beat of my heart pounded in my ears as I waited, with breath abated for a sign, but days, weeks went by, months, before I gave up hope. Life in the most barest sense still seems to continue on even without the sign of artifical light; the sun still rises and sets but what goes on down there I can't ever know.

I talk to myself a lot these days; I can't tell if its to soothe or to torment myself. Since losing contact with Earth I've lost the only contact I have with the world. Alone. I wait. Is this madness or loneliness? Sometimes I want to throw myself against a wall just to feel something other than despair. Why am I here, wasting away while everyone I ever loved will fade to dust. To never hug them, touch them, inhale them, hear them. To know that there are people, so close yet so far far away is the most painful thing of all.

I know it's not my fault and there's nothing I can do but I hate myself for not being able to do anything but just watch; helplessly. I watch every day, in hopes for a sign, a light.

I need to go home. I need to know what happened.