I do not know a single soul that matches up with mine... Day after tedious day, I take slow, cautious steps inside and out of the buildings that make up my life. Although I am not fully aware, I am always searcing, listening for the voice that will intertwine with my heart, making it beat again, pumping fresh red blood throughout my tired body, rejuvenating me with the necter of love. Though I search each day, I have not yet found this voice, except in my dreams... which take me to a place where rushing water runs pure. Like thousands of loving hearts it moves swifly and rythmically. I hear the voice... it revives my spirit, and inside my chest I feel the beating of a heart... that I thought was forever clutched by the essence of loneliness, her pointed fingernails wrap around it and hold it still.. Perhaps I am not the one who shall feel the way lovers do.. So I shall dream.. forever. Lost in a world of mystery and sweet waterfalls.. in a peaceful slumber that will last beyond the beating of my heart.
Reason for writing:
Don't worry. I am not really this depressed.
Birth sign: Aries
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