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my dear i can only dream

of how beautiful it would be

to stay

in your thoughts

when the days are dark

and my thoughts are darker

alas

time slips away

memories fade

like faces in the rain

but yours remains

like a crystal

deep within the archives

for you are good

and i am not

for you are strong

and i am not

for you are lovely

and i am not

The Path

loneliness is a path

coated with the webs of times long gone

and memories you wished you could forget

the burdens of a former self

over flowing with regret

                  

wishing for change

wishing to be someone different

empty footsteps replace the person you lost

long ago

                  

there is a light

but the will to keep going does not come

it is broken, destroyed, frayed

like the hope of a new beginning

defeated and gone

                  

"not all those who wander are lost"

but that is not true

we are all lost

we are all looking for something to save us

we are all ghosts

wandering our own path

Loathing

it seeps in

venom turning to ice in your veins

its not fear

its not love

it consumes you

locks you in

a prison

your own personal hell

traps you

suffocates you

until you know nothing else

violent

agressive

loathing

it burns through every fibre

engulfs you

drowns you

but you're still breathing

sinking further and further

into the never ending depths

of the river

Isolation

eventually you give up

you stop trying

you stop caring

everything is just a blur

a mess

nothing makes sense

people let you down

its the only thing you know

the only thing you're sure of

you push people away

you become isolated

nothing motivates you

nothing excites you

its just a meaningless existence

filled with disappointment

emptiness

nothing

and then you're gone

you vanish

as if you never mattered at all