The tears of heaven shrouded my back as if punishing me for the lives I’ve cost. A simple black umbrella was all I needed to protect myself against the pointless efforts of the so called goods of the world. I carefully trudge along the dark, ashen ground in hopes to find a living thing. That’s all I need. So that I am not alone. Eventually I come across a dandelion floating amidst the chaos edging closer to death by the second. “Is this the only thing?” I wonder as I carelessly stamp on it.