Election Eve

I wake up this morning with a deep sense of melancholy as the the clouds of uncertainty gather into storms of unrest and inevitably. I can’t help wonder if it’s too late to make any difference even if I receive the outcome for which I am hopeful. I feel a deep loss of self in this unliving I have endured for the majority of the year, and it seems as if tomorrow will simply be the crescendo of the dirge we have all been inadvertently singing as we slowly march to the end of our time. I hope I am wrong and this nightmare is coming to a close; however, like most of my optimism, hope is just a vestigial organ now without any true belief behind it.