Like all those other meaningless words love is yet another down the list. Meaningless I assume because the shades of its colors fall on abstract grounds and all minds hold them in such varied perceptions. What for me is a lifetime of desire and deprivation for you could be a blissful universe of infinite joys or an eternity of selfless austerity. Oh how can I ever reflect onto your thoughts the quests of never achieved miracles and non-existent salvation and silent turmoil and all those unfought wars that you and I have lost again? All those smiles and tears, practiced in the dark loneliness of cold silent sleepless nights, that were preserved to blossom on the bosom of the beloved. A beloved with pretense and oblivion so reckless that the unspoken words and the lingering silence conveyed to you the apathy you treasured over all the empathy this world could ever for you gather. And still living in the same land amongst those gravestones buried under the sands of time the scent of your breaths and the warmth of a forgotten affection yet lingers in the air and the still black night dares not sweep away from you your last hope. Under the cruel skies on moonless nights you transgress and return to the land where you lost forever not all you ever had but all life of emotion, all feeling of anguish your soul could ever bear. If only you had lost him or his dreams, if only you had sought mere love or a lifetime anew, if only it was just another dream arch - a fancy miracle, if only it was ... anything ... anything but ... all hope of life, all faith in your being, all joy you ever held within, and now your eyes hold for you no more dew drops to rinse away from your being the dust of indifference, indifference so intense that it deprived you of all feeling and thought and abandoned you of yourself, let you live on into a land where you in yourself find a stranger, an alien so different that when you look in the mirror or glance at your shadow you quiver 'could this be me'. Is this you, is this the same soul who sought a haven, a different world, a revolution, truth and content.

And as ever I hear from you nothing but silence, a lost expression and ever-louder silence, oh! Too late I assume too late to ask you to come back for now even my heart holds for you nothing but apathy and the cruel eternal apathy.