Prologue

I was once a boy who lived in a world that I can only describe as continuous. Many of my friends and family were never any more than a person that I came into contact with every day, but isn’t that it what they are there for. Being a person that I could turn to when I needed it or when I have some trials I can’t face alone. Then if I am alone does that mean that I can’t turn to anyone for help and I must face it alone. I never understood that about life because in the scope of things we are just dust floating through the vacuum of space without a care in the universe. A sequence of events or lost dimensions of what will be or what is to come. Does that mean that I have no control that what will be what is to come or do I possess something that I can wield that would allow me to do something? I wish that I knew the answers. I want to be able to take hold of those precious times. I want to seek a brighter light in the vast world we called the universe, but what if the world I ask for had already ended and the light was far gone. What if we are just a remnant of the old?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good introduction. Left the reader with questions and open the doors to a good storyline. I like story that end with a question. Make the reader need to read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent
Prologue.
Coyote

[One Lost Anti-Hero]

Thanks for the review Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.