Be running up that hill. far away. Into oblivion. Nothingness is my own. Search has ended, to realise the search was futile. Temporary placebos have not been able to suffice this broken heart. Life goes on, in silences. Caught up in this melancholic epic. Life twists, frail birds, I am envious of. Indestructible soul. Counting moments of patience. In its nothingness, I find myself. Have always. In specks of darkness, there's no one, sadly no one reaching for the light within. Lost in isolation, scattered emotions. Derelict hope. Crumbling sensation. But now it's numb. Have been numb for a while now. Life unravels its surprises. Makes it worth nothing. Nothing at all. Silences speak in periods of spasm. every waking moment is like a fountain of sadness. In which I dive. And get lost inside of me. Voices trying to pull me out. In the abyss I lie. Conversations swirl, conscience seeks solace. Lost in open arms of the world. Desires stopped. Ended. Stopped. Seems like Forever. Wanton beginnings, now wanton death of soul. No evil. NO fantasy. No more, I swear. Away from familiarity again. Beat generation on the road again. Wafting flames, slithering snake, sliver of guilt. Nostalgia crushes itself beneath the paws of a gigantic mountain of hope.
