It is fleeting but it is real
At times unbearably so
That my love lies alone
In a life filled with infinities
Surroundings that feels so cold
Regardless of what is silently burning

It is I and it is not
Though, perhaps,
It is dreams that abandon
Like God, we create things
that destroy themselves in time

Mourning for the passion I’ve held
This immense longing of finding anything
Even if its weak and shapeless
It would not matter

Seemingly,
There’s only so much hope
Until it all becomes a forever unchange
An awaiting that takes everything

Without spirit,
My unwill brings me deeper into obscurity
To a place where beauty does not feel the same
A sorrow that crumbles flowers and clouds
A sadness that is not gently sweeping,
but truly ending
In the most frightful, unforgiving way…