5/5 Ark m. 10 months ago on Google
There
comes
a
time
in
every
man's
life
when
he
needs
to
take
a
look
at
himself
in
the
mirror
and
wonder
how
exactly
he
reached
such
a
place.
You
have
to
truly
ponder
what
decisions
you
have
made
along
the
way
that
brought
you
to
the
place
of
your
final
reckoning.
It
is
still
unclear,
even
to
me,
why
I
purchased
an
egg
and
cheese
sandwich.
What
drove
me
to
purchase
such
a
thing?
What
part
of
my
soul
felt
so
empty
that
I
thought
an
egg
and
cheese
sandwich
could
fill
it?
When
I
look
into
the
boundless
depths
of
my
own
loneliness,
I
see
a
pool
of
deep
reflection.
My
face
isn't
there.
There
is
no
face.
There
are
only
tears
in
that
pool,
tears
of
shame,
loss,
and
confusion.
If
it
were
up
to
me
again,
I
know
I
would
purchase
it
in
a
heartbeat.
I
know
I
would
load
it
up
and
eat
through
the
countless
calories
so
I
can
have
a
single
morsel
of
eggy
cheese
goodness,
which
is
readily
available
anywhere.
Yet,
despite
the
abundance
of
egg
and
cheese
sandwiches
waiting
in
the
ether,
I
still
chose
to
purchase
this
egg
and
cheese
sandwich
here
and
devote
hours
of
my
life
to
it.
That
time
will
never
return
to
me.
It
is
lost,
just
like
my
soul.
And
just
like
the
time
itself,
I
fear
I
may
never
find
it
again.
There
is
something
broken
within
me,
something
that
desires
sensation
beyond
my
reach,
something
that
whimpers
every
single
night
with
the
knowledge
that
there
is
no
true
egg
and
cheese
sandwich.
It
is
merely
an
illusion.
In
my
pursuit
to
find
meaning
in
this
long
life,
I
sought
the
colorful
lights
and
sounds
of
a
world
that
only
exists
in
a
pop-up
window
on
my
computer.
I
am
unsure
what
the
moral
of
this
review
is.
I
am
unsure
about
my
place
within
the
universe.
All
I
know
is
that
no
amount
of
egg
and
cheese
sandwiches
can
cure
the
vast
rot
that
has
overtaken
me.