Nonetity of Life

It is disquieting to witness the nonentity of my life, slowly dying from the unending strange despondency. I sought for the answer to surcease my sorrow,  but it seems that I can't even do anything about it. I opened my palm to reach that blinding light, maybe there's still hope for me. However, that light burned me, frying me to death. How foolish I am, deluding myself—thinking that I could be save.