Darkness surrounds what is left of my dreams and the once fearless is now afraid. I don’t take the future for granted by any means but rather I contemplate each second to see if it can be prolonged. I have digested all the garbage I intend to and will view only goodness and kindness with tired eyes that have seen too much. The emptiness in my heart was by my own hand with the weapon of choice being the spoken word. I can’t go back, take back, or walk back into. Mine is now a life of chosen solitude that I face each waking day alone and at a loss for words.
M.O.
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