futility -II

Its night.
There has been so much to see, read, absorb, adjust, talk about and think. There have been tears, apprehensions, sadness, anger, disbelief, confusion. I still feel helpless. I still feel like its a world that’s fast transforming into one I cant quite comprehend. One that, try as I might, I cant see the point of. The 'whys' far outnumber the once fashionable 'why nots'.

Eventually, guiltily, sleep.