If I were this lonely forever, would I be fine with it?
If I lost my way like this forever, would I be OK with it?
If I kept on going after the wrong people like this forever, would I be used to it?
And, if I never got to live out my dreams, would I be eventually content with it?
I am in the midst of a adventure, which began abruptly and has yet to produce any ending in sight. Dragging on, day by day, seems to be the only feasible solution on hand.
