Never End

Dear Diary,

She wept across the deserts, the oceans, the mountaintops. She begged for meaning across rooftops in Suburban America and looked straight into the eye of the sunsets throughout Asia. She longed for her existence to be of weight and studied the faces of her peers. She loved deeply and the feelings ran so deep that she wasn't sure that she could handle their strength. The magnitude of pain and joy around the world was witnessed, but untouched by most. She wanted to throw herself into the throes of what it meant to be a complete person, enough knowledge to spread to her loved ones and burst one's heart full of real compassion. She wanted to be a martyr, not to be saved. She needed to be loved fully, but needed more than a throne or a handful of well wishes. She needed the key to fix everything that was wrong and an answer to her endless list of questions. She wanted understanding and she needed it, she needed loyalty and grace. If she saved the world would they save her in return?