As I see buildings collapse by my very eyes, and witness the destruction of sanity in the human race, the darkness becomes more and more likely to reach me before the light.

Sins of the past, wrong doings of the future, none of it matters now, for I am here. The sun blocked out by smoke, the same smoke that enters my lungs with every breath. My vision becomes blurry as the oxygen that my body needs to survive becomes more and more scarce. Holding on to each breath like it was the hand of my mother. Soon to I shall see her.