One night down, thousands of more to go, waiting for the alleviating day of my departure. The air in this deflated deserted room circulates in a vapid depressing manner. The seconds roll by like the tears of an abandoned infant. As the days pass, my speech diminishes. Sweet savory seducing silence vilifies the essence of my being. My soul, wistful as the wizened memories that deteriorated long ago like the organic remains of an ancient forgotten creature. Reminiscing the skeletons of recaptured reflections of the past, but they are now hackneyed and meaningless retrospections that haunt me to the bone. I attempt to be impassive, but my emotions are imperious for me to bear. For I am fragile, weak as a delicate dry dwindling dead leaf in the surfeit of broken flashbacks that flow throughout my mind like hollow wind in a gelid mortified winter morning. I’m weak. Lifeless & tenuous like depleted anhydrous tumbleweeds being pushed and forced into a direction I am unfamiliar with. My heart aches and seethes, in its never mending contusions. Trying to maintain sane in this lonesome abyss is only making me insane. For this unfurnished domicile is casting me to the somber abyss. Pondering on the mournful fact that nothing will ever be the same as how it used to be…
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 05:22:35 +0000
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