So here I sit, yet again alone with my thoughts. The world continuously moves and goes on without hesitation, and I am but a speck of dust littered among the ruins of time. No one can hear my voice above the echoes of the wind, and others cover my footprints. I am left with nothing as the selfish inhabitants of this place take it all for themselves, leaving nothing behind for anyone to use. I am just a thread woven through the fabric of the universe, a thread that will be replaced when its length is to short to be used anymore. I have a small role; so minute to everyone else’s that it goes unseen. I am lost in a world where time moves so fast, blurred together with the rush of people’s lives. I am a blurred line on earth’s canvas; and so here I sit, alone with my thoughts.