When did our youth fade to nothingness? Where were you during all of this? How could I ever have lost my sense of self? I remember dreaming of a world without me in it at an early age. These days, I often dream the same. As I watched on at the burial, seeing every reaction shook me up. Their accumulative fear, enough to scare a ghost away, choked me up. The collective love in the air, ever so true. The scene was so real. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he stared down at my grave, head low but grinning. He knew I had tried my best.