In Search of the Owner

<A gust of wind opens the enclosed journal>.

Seeking stars down the ocean deep,
Lost grins down by the port
Tears drowned in tobacco smoke
False hopes in cheers.
I'm cold, tired and I wish to sleep
Deep and easy to walk through, the empty
Where should I begin so I can continue?
I try to accept who I am
Who I am and what I wish to be
In my hopeless need of love, I bear one single regret.

<As you go through the pages the poetry seems to get darker and darker>.

of slumber
Darkness depth
I was seeking apathy,
Drowning in misery
Beginning and end
Stuck in the middle
No purpose
No goal
Dark skies
Shy moon
Cold night
Warm bed.

<Turning to the last page you don't know what to make of it>.

WHY
why why why
Why me, what did I do wrong?

<The page is scribbled with the word why, on top of all the repetition it's written once again all over the page. At the end of the journal a name and a message is relayed>.

I can do for you bub?

<Roheg tears the journal from your hands>.

I hope you had your laugh <race>, thanks for bringing it back but I can't reward you anything.