You cannot change anything. At least not facts. Your being away does not negate it. What we have had. Just physical proximity can give so much weightage to a relationship. I wonder, will you miss me? Because I sure will. With every passing beat of my heart. Every breath that I take. Take care, you. Precious thing.

I clutch the empty remains in my hands. Clasping nothing but the air in  my bare soul. I cannot believe, I don't want to. You are living. Its almost like I'm stretching into two. Breaking apart. As sudden as the chipping of a brittle piece of metal. Rusted.

Withering like a feather and yet you belong to me. And I belong to you.

Inside me, I behold,

A flurry of emotions

Untold.

Taming myself so, letting people go.

So it hardly seems a wonder, this, my life, how it has become.

I wish you could have stayed. And helped me be a part of my own life.

Untold miseries have a way of crawling over, and biting. Sharp, like a Snake's venom, cruel, like fate's dealings.

I'd hoped we would face our demons together.

And rejoice, even if only momentarily so. The escape. To our dreams. But then, I hardly wonder, why did I not let out that scream?
Turns out, the only possible way to the land is through a ladder. Vicious, to say the least. At every turn. Coiled, like a sleeping memory in the mind of a child.

The only way to survive is to kill that damned monster called hope. Unflinching, undying, blind. Like that other one of its kind, love. As I await their glittering demise, I am surrounded by some things I can't make much of. Light, glimmering, white light. Maybe its the new ray of... I better not say.