"But that's not what you want. You want the answers? After all, it's a bit late for love, and too still for lust.
Are you sure you really want to know? You can chase truth until you're red in the face. It ebbs and flows like the tide. You can ride it. Each time the tide comes in, it's a little less of what it once was-abstracted.
It goes where sorrow sprouts, and takes with it what it can before rolling back out. Some tides are particularly large.
You burn them all down until only the truth remains. You needn't the superfluous kindling, for those are but the lies they tell others, and eventually themselves. You'd make a good detective if you weren't marinating in your nepotistic squalor.
Unlovable, shameful, a sin to all who initially cared for you.
Truly belonging amongst the sawdust, semen and ash - thoughts drowned out amidst the moaning and groaning of unfamiliar shadows. The only person who precisely knew you, who loved you.. ushered into the tide by those you thought fondly of. And justice denied again and again... There were six and now there's five."