Alone

I think I'm failing at finding any other words to express these feelings. Alone? How do you understand the extremities...
The existence of my being... The fragments of memories that'll only last as long as rubble scattered along an ocean sand?
Like life, like water, there is nothing that can make me withstand the tide to take me back again. So how do I explain something so meaningful,
earnest and collecting inside... To make a difference in how I feel; to make an impact by someone that exists merely as they never did?