We weep at how the present often tastes of old resentment and miscommunication.
Our days smiled brighter when the fate of dates didn’t reside on wavering dictation.
So many shards of memorabilia from an age where compassion felt as second nature.
How could an axe to grind with your other side split you asunder ? We can’t traverse this glacier.
Doubt has a way to penetrate the mind in moments of decline a concept missed amongst her falling.
Now days spent numb from agents haze as distance makes it way as these two lovers balling.
Their final goodbyes…Tearful eyes are granted no moment of rest. At best, we wed the drops descending from our cheeks. With every passing moon I see less of the spirit I knew. One that awoke me from a sunken place. And I wish not to bid it farewell. With each drawing day, you see less of the star that took away your breathe. Scorn has become a constant and where did the days of better flee?Uncertain you retreat into yourself awaiting a genuine rebirth.
Optimism, ever exhausting my spirit with endless promise to look forward. Onward you beacon but my body creaks at the notion of another accent to eventually topple.
Your Sentiment, unearthly nourishment for a famished mind. Empowered in your presence yet addicted in your absence.
Solitude, ease the beating from rapid succession to a place of internal comfort. Stand firm at your moments of weakness and acknowledge the reflection is your own.
Doubt, morbid though it may be walks adjacent to us in all unions. To question is to be human it’s the obsession over what may be that crumbles what now stands.
Hope, often resembling a shackle of obligation but in truth is a necessary burden. Our ever propelling faith is what grounds us through these trials. Motivates the worn souls that the dimmest of lights on the horizon is reachable.
Each step forward how ever small can represent the miles you’ve progressed from the darkness you leave behind.
Waiting on the recovery is what strains the guilty nerves the most. You’ve cracked a piece of harmony and like most emotional scars it heals on a curve.
But oh does that endless river of required patience take its tole. Standing at the hilltop anticipating another’s arrival airs of agony.
Silence is a mighty weapon, unsheathed in moments or defense or attack and digs just as deep in either direction.
A foundation made from two unities demands the dedication asked of you. The burdens will continue to arrive so carry strong and cut away excuses.
Many speak fondly of the victory but grow silent on the dimmer days that nearly cast them from the path.
I speak to this silence in a state of defeat walking back from a battlefield bred by my hands. Time will mend the wounds and I heal the worn bridge. Breathing softly and awaiting your moment of return.
Tending bonds wilted by doubt can be troublesome to even the most practiced hands.
Trust plants itself firm within our root as a wandered eye fails to nurture whats his to reap.
When forgotten those who wilt topple into this state of non motion. Looking no more forward than back.
The sun whose passion can replenish her energy is yours to provide. Hers is the damaged so persevere and table frustration.
To garden is to be a diligent lover. Shepherd her through weary storms, bathed in compassion she will bloom for you. And tomorrow with the sun at your back and her glowing with promise at your side smile for you’ve arrived.
And with that final gust of erasure I was swept from her memory without hesitation.
That cloud of recollection carried with it a great weight but was cast away with little to no effort depicting the minuscule value she retained for that time.
I recall the departure from her palm, looking around calmly frantic as fragments of forever flew past me in succession.
Ripped away from the remembrance that I once felt would sow seeds of our legacy could never have seemed so unearthing. Those best laid plans turned to ash in the wind.
What pierced those remaining particles of armor was the effortless abandonment. When a realization of burden was established her ever flourishing soul could not allow a pale shadow to be cast and removed the decay.
Wounded in pride & principle I scrambled to gather all that she squandered but like a puff of smoke reaching out for the past was a futile effort that would result in failure.
Acceptance walks hand in hand with conclusion for endings will not wait for our internal processing. Time walks forward with or without our companionship.
Defeat has a poor representation in the eyes of the beholder but hopefully it the time spent fading to the recesses of her mind I would find a silver lining to guide me back to sanity.
You loved something flawed for as long as you could & for that I thank you.
The only vision I am granted is filtered through the veil.
Her silhouette dances as it always has with the freedom as if another’s gaze cannot reach it beyond the barriers of those curtains.
Sheis limitless, unbound by the grasp of reality and its muddled fingers. Her limbs manifest movements that speaks more vividly than any words can mold into description.
Though a lifetime and a half has passed since our last intimate encounter I can still trace her lips from memory, for perfection makes an impression that takes residence in your memory until the end of time.
Its a strange sensation, the feeling of being so close to a person you can almost reach out and grasp them. Yet being so distant that no matter the range of your voice no words can reach them any longer.
Best that can be hoped for are momentary peeks into your memory to a simpler time when your feet were firmly planted next to mine and all the time is the world laid in front of us.
She still rests beneath the surface. My ever concealed reminder of the fortune that sank into the depths betwixt my fingers.
Once the shadows engulfed the memory there was limited evidence she ever stood beside me to begin with.
And yet she still remained, floating to and fro within the confines of my mind a descending dainty deluge determined to maintain her placement.
Doused in hindsight the recipe to retain and rescue this precious pulse could never been clearer and with no goggle or glass to create clarity my resolution was all for not.
Immersive personalities can be terrifying. A gaping presence to descend into where inhibitions of destination or doubt are cast away.
Life transitioned into a sodden tone on the dampened days after her departure and though the sky’s were clear the future and its uncertain outline remained overcast.
Staring sedated into the reflective pool of pondering I captured a glimpse of her face and as swiftly as that ghostly reminder manifested itself it was gone.
Bread from internal doubts and the weighted responsibility I now carry with me, something inside is awry.
Facing these fears has become a constant reoccurring battle and though I continue to strive forward a victory cannot be seen within this twilight.
Hearts are brittle things and in this solitary plane of existence they break more often than they should.
Life can transition in the blink of an eye. We dedicate endless amounts of time to combating our darkness when peace paired with those imperfections should be the desired goal.
They may abandon you in this periled time of need but rest not on the failures but the second chance to rise again stronger than before.
“Your sanctuary is awaiting your return, sleeping restlessly in one of the worlds cloaked in what was left behind. Awaken it and recapture whats departed from within you.”
Our hearts found a sanctuary, pieced together from two wandering souls whose minds never felt quite found a home within the reality we were bound to.
I gave you wings to traverse the deep recesses of your psyche and awoke the dreamer you’d left behind.
You gave me a safe haven to firmly plant my feet and cease the running that has gone for as long as my memory could recall.
Imperfect were our pieces, unable to find a structure in which we fit but when fate drew us together that union carried more weight than words could explain.
Alas my lost boy tendencies would see the end of this union. A mind too eclipsed in the clouds unable to adapt could not retain such a gem of the world.
Having outgrown the fantasy we created for ourselves I met you in your dreams less and less frequently and eventually not at all.
Thus is the fate of all fabrications we attempt to mold with the limited material reality has on hand.
You returned to your boundaries and ambitions and me to my endless cloud excavation’s and forlorn drifting, never to cross paths again.
Often nights occur where I think back to our momentary paradise and the growth instilled from your presence.
Time soaked in sorrow requires a certain mental fortitude. Your asked to shoulder a mask concealing your inhibitions and natural human reactions to suit the preference of others.
Your reality is bleak and those brimming with positive energy refuse to be shaded by that almost tainted shadow.
This journey you are on is trying, not only causing an emotional strain but a physical tole that will manifest in the darkest of scars.
However you must not allow your resolve to abandon you. The lights that surround you may be unable to truly understand the gravity of this newfound pain but there does reside another who can.
A concealed presence laying in wait to be called upon to aid you in your time of struggle.
Now pride may hinder this request. We tend to almost pine for walking these somber moments alone but there is not a shred of shame of turning to this willful benefactor to offset your burden.
With that realization accepted and the destination clear despite being peppered in the fog of failure outstretch your hand and await to saved.
The foretold hero already stands with you. Falling into the depths with you when grace left your side and riddled with the same marks of battle that decorate your psyche.
You are your own savior, abandon the plateau that once bound you to this depression and lift yourself up on your feet.
falling down a decline with momentum my heels cannot seem to lessen.
I feel my decisions racing past me as the ground grows closer and closer, the looming impact lingering within my final thoughts.
Weightless my body descends into the fray being forced into the hands of reality by nothing but my unbearable ton of unresolved ambitions.
The incline lasted longer than my expectations could’ve foreseen and yet even that drawn out destruction seemed to pass me by in moments.
My walk to the ravine brought with it silence and a chill in the air to stamp a final memoir of whats being left behind.
The faces that slowly began to fade into darkness.
The voices who serenade had sand their final song.
The warmth that despite my constant rebellion always seemed to find me in the embrace of others.
“Tumbling ever further into the rabbit hole of madness we attempt to cling to darkness, a last stitch effort to save our virtue from ourselves. However our self destructive tendencies are overflowing and to float is the vessel of the hopeful man. Now with our final gasps of struggle make those syllabus sing to the heavens for the memory is all we leave behind”.
Costly is the procedure to manufacture my mental stability on the pathway of your presence.
Time spent in fostering this new ground when creation of self would’ve been a better testament of the limited time we shared.
Strength like many things in this mortal world is fleeting and perhaps planting my assumptions within the soil of forever doomed that fledgling to perish before blooming.
Certainty was in short supply and trusting waters evaporate long before hitting their mark.
These times of peace were chased with a bitter aftertaste. Months of mental unpacking but bags that must be hauled in solitude.
Now when this clutter is resolved and a more secure platform rests beneath my feet I will embark out into this cold world and rejoin what was once mine hopefully under a warmer light.
Her voice still shatters the mold, the treasure gifted to unworthy hands and snatched within the dead of night leaving a gaping impression.
Her laugh still forced a smile, a pitch no sound in existence could quite reach. Limitless in all her endeavors as only she could be.
He aura a notable force, even bathed in silence her presence was something that could never go unnoticed.
Her lips a compassionate course driven through my internalized desires. A living embodiment of all I hoped to attain.
Her promise an intimidating obligation. Needs weighted with the ton of expectation that must be carried through years of trial and wavering cannot be tolerated.
Her memory a dark shadow cast over the mass of my imagination. The hole that remains in her absence can be filled with nothing and is reminded by everything.
My mistake, a lack of compassion. Hands muddled with the stains of good intention. Cast out of the desired role when an inability to shoulder the wish list of ambition slipped through those brittle fingers.
The dedicated observer wanted nothing more than to witness and understanding his surroundings.
Closed lips and open ears were his primary objective but the soft spoken slip into shadow in this world submerged in noise.
His mind ever ragging with a multitude of mixed emotions was kept at bay behind an expression solid and stiff as stone.
However the cracks in the wall were becoming more apparent. His resolve was starting to waiver and the unkempt storm was on the tide of spilling beyond its barriers.
The fail safe that once played a preventive role had been unseated and in its place a construct of aggression and anxiety.
He was breaking beneath his borders and time like many unnameable concepts did not appear to be on his side.
As the shore lines rose to dangerous heights and the chill of those maddening waters overtook his stance he looked outward. His mind dwelling not on the impending implosion but the fail safe now residing on a foreign shore.
“I do hope this world has learned to float in my absence,for the flood that arrives now may not return who once stood here & we cannot leave with nothing”
Departing from the mist with a deafening sense of urgency my ending was now in sight.
It was the same ending that made its presence known at the apex and ending of every passing day luring me towards the edge only to be snatched away by my own hesitance.
Eyes incandescent with an instant sense of relief and a blaring horn that would silence the constraints of reality in an instance.
The deep breath of preparation last only for a moment but a lifetime of thought would pass before those tired eyes would greet the sun again.
With a unclear destination the short lived journey would conclude and begin a new. For we are nothing but temporary travelers seeking answers while we reside on this plateau.
An entrance to this strange refuge is never within our control but the exit is something that can rest within our hands.
Make peace with your choice wherever that pathway leads you and if ever curious of my decision look for me at the platform.
The gardener faces more adversity than most. The trying obstacle of tending to his garden.
Those blind to his tribulation only see the beauty of his labor.
The worn and weathered are watered in no admiration but his own.
For he has seen the potential buried beneath the root and stem.
The elegance now wilted but destined to find its way back into the light.
It’s easy to foster affection for the blossoming, boisterous, & breathing taking bouquet. It’s wonder isn’t something that will be ignored even from its caretaker.
But the fallen, forgotten, & faint those obstructions require patience.
For what can be loved more than the seedling you watched stumble only to pick themselves back up.
So with a deep sigh and shaken but sturdy resolve he carries on. Ever nurturing his wizen rose, the love beneath the ground.
Dawn’s rejuvenation has past us by the broken misfits who found refuge within each other’s calamity.
The heavy rays of reality have drained what once stood at the apex of my ambition.
Potential and it’s bittersweet aftertaste remain unattainable concepts on the outskirts of this feeble imagination.
It would suit the sense of the universe, to swell what was once an empty husk with true hope only to unveil it as a fantasy.
Whose fault is it truly? The blind dreamer desperate to see the sun shine upon himself. Or the illusive faye bound to a world of restraint whose true domain soars beyond us all.
With a head hung low we drift again drawn back to the shadows who talons never left our side.
Its an odd occurrence, the shrill sensation of sliding off the edge off the world, nothing but black hands of abyss awaiting to embrace you.
Time is becoming more lucid by the day and while those minutes do skim my brow each faze last longer than the last.
A series of cold calculated cutthroats seal this deal and while most are asking where we may reside the few and the fortunate have abandoned us making haste towards greener pastures.
Tongues spin a familiar tale praying on hopes too heavy to bare with fostered forgotten fallacies.
This world and its many obstacles have grown tiresome. A course language spoken by those who’ve found comfort in the grime or made peace with today’s malice.
Slit the ties at their stem and embark away from the game board this pawn has fought its final battle and returns to the box from whence we came.
A Crickets True Concious 
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