The darkness around us may never disappear permanently. It stays around and consumes us at times, we get lost, we lose sight of the light of hope. And when we finally get a grasp of hope, something comes along and pulls us away from that comforting light. There are other lights; they aren’t lights of hope but leading us to it.
A monster, a creature of the abyss finds that guide before we do and we get lost again. We want that hope, we want it to consume us, it is our lives’ goal to reach it. Why can’t we reach it? Why must feel pure pleasure one moment and complete loneliness the next?