The 5th Horseman of The Apocalypse

Where was I when disappointment came riding into town on its pale horse? It brought friendly weather, soft music, warm smiles; and everyone's heart was charmed. They all smiled, they danced, they loved. They promised themselves one to another from then on to eternity. I sat in my chair and watched joy flooding the streets from behind the glass. It was a carnival of human contempt. Within the heart of a mild winter, I was stuck  in the overwhelming happiness of the city. I nodded my head as I saw couples holding hands, defiant of rules, of life itself. They crowded the pubs and swayed on the streets. It was the garden of Eden unfolded.

But one day, The pale rider and its horse disappeared. And with him, everything slowly began its ending.
The words that once tied together the most wonderful of vows started to part from each other. And with them, the people that spoke them. Engagements shattered into nonsensical screaming or silent tears. The laughs that poured into the streets from apartments and buildings remained a blurry memory that none seemed to recall. The people, empty of expectations, of hopes, of dreams began to run around in a rampage seeking sex or gratification of some sort. Some laid themselves in the soft, numbing potions that liquify conscience but could only drink for a while before their feeble bodies began to feel the chronic hunger for love. Some slept like owls, silent, with eyes wide open, in the miracle worlds of pharmaceutical dreams. The great depression of man has killed everyone I know, except those of us who were already dead, or never got to truly live...