Imagine, Helpless, alone In a dark alleyway Cold, damp, musty
A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.
Thump. Thump There goes, My heart, Wildly, Beating, Questioning. Thump. Thump.
Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…
On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders. Aimlessly. Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys. Repeatedly.
One gaping hole. Your life. Without her. Pain. This pain. Unyielding. Your life. Unforgiving. Without her.
You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence. In the darkness of midday. Everyone gets lost around you. Mindlessly, on loop.