So I awoke.
Becoming as it became, I have become. A creation something out of the ordinary, sheltered within all of my thoughts. Nemesis to the only evidence of what the light is.
In still, Darkness. But still I cherished him like a son and never did I feel this way for him, not in so long a time.
Never would I see her in the rain, with her arms to sky, waiting for someone or something to take this all away from her. Substitutions for the tears in her eyes. It was just the rain doing what it does best---falling.
Is this what its like to be sad?
Help me identify why we feel the way we do. And I return, I will respect you forever my friend. Eternal love--always.
I cant read between the lines of togetherness. Would it be criminal to do so?
I remember being in my mother's arms and convincing myself that the warmth of love revolved much like this around the world. I swore the day anyone would cherish it like so. How I wronged my convictions on hate. And how I came to the harsh realization that life is an empty bottle, out in the sea of loss. Surrounded by countless amounts of nothing.
I want to float forever. But I do not know how.
So I tried to smile. But my face always broke when my intentions were not to be understood. Instead I took pictures of landscapes from within my car and never seized to develop them. It was dark outside, with a paint of red glare clear atop the mountain, I said my goodbyes.
And so I took the last. And so I told her goodnight.
I will sleep--forever, Friend.