This darkness
Plummeting down this darkness, once again, yet once again, and as I fall my memory is assaulted again, again and again with the question why did you not do anything, was I not important enough for you to do anything, something.
And when there is a momentous moment, and the momentum is for a mass memorial, my individual response is not contrary for no reasons, but with the understanding of good done from a position of injustice, outwardly what is seen is as convoluted and impenetrable as this paragraph, so be it.
