Why does she not answer me? Does she not know of the pain I go through each waking hour. The pain that threatens my very sanity. The pain I welcome to my lonely heart for it shall be better then the emptiness I have grown so accustom too. I know she is above me. that I am but a grain of sand to her gaze. A grain of sand that is more and less and could be no more. I have thrown my voice in the wind to her. I have emptied my feelings into the rivers that lead to her. But she flies no more in those winds. she swims no more in those rivers. So I grow restless in my dark. I grow weary in her light. I know I may never be again in those arms or even in the treading path of those words But to give up is to realize there is nothing more I want there is nothing more I need. that there is a crack in my once flawless jadedness. And I must let the cracks grow deeper.
Reason for writing:
I want people to read it.
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