you say

there is nothing else,

nothing to delight in, that

the sun shines on the evil as well as good,

that life is eternally repetitive,

but life

is hard and permanent and unchanging

but these things in and of themselves

are things to live for.

you cannot force

time's hand

not force another

to partake of your strange joys...

people are people...

they are happy when bad things happen to others,

when ruin comes to someone they cannot see nor fathom.

you say you cannot go on

but you do go on

you walk

because to stay still is

even worse.