Fractured Spirit

So tiring this business of being tired. It is a truly dark time feeling worthless. Of no use, no consequence. Like not one life touched by your presence or as if you disappeared would have left no mark on life. One person is insignificant in the scheme of all of life, but that one person should have value and virtue. Having touched someone in some way grander than just a stranger passing by. At some point we are all strangers but some how we do bridge the gap to, in some cases, become more than indifferent drifter. Affecting some change in acquaintance growing into something more bonding. Some how we all have that innate need to be understood by another human being. Someone with whom we share an understanding of self, where acceptance and approval can more strongly bound each soul to the other. No matter the outwardly displays of indifference at non-acceptance, there is an inward desire for greater understanding if not hope for approval. There are certain connections that are made throughout life and of those you'd accept nothing less than all of these. And when it doesn't come, what is left of that bond that once was? How does worth get rebuilt? When does something get made of nothing? And how does a million pieces become one again? In the darkness, the answers do not come.