Its so close....its a eye lash away...not a stone throw...not in my hand. A echo away...a breath. No one hears yet when you speak it falls upon deaf ears until its too late. The silence of the wind that blows across my back. Then the endless walk of hopelessness. The despair and crushing weight of things past and present. The vision seems to faint, but still burns bright. When a soul cries, it is the worst cry a being could hear.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 15:23:48 +0000