Where do I go from here?
My dreams are shattered, my heart in ruins.
The glowing shell of my life has fallen away, revealing a core of pain and despair.
Seated in the rubble of love gone wrong, I stare at nothing, waiting for vision.

What shall I dream for myself?
I dare not imagine, it seems beyond me.
The grey days of my soul are mocked by the relentless continuance of existence.
Tears abate themselves in eyes viewing horrors too pale to speak of.

When will my miracles arrive?
I watch the heavens, half dreading the sight.

News of Willow's soon-to-be-released graphic novel reminded me of Finding East, an excellent short story by my fellow Bangladeshi and old classmate Javed. See if you can spot the comics references =)