Incessant. Reminiscent. Futile.
Is it too much to ask, to have you close to me? To want you to stay...
The desert wind kicks up the sand of solitude, wanting me to wander into the wilderness, searching for that familiar voice, that echoes into the far distant horizon, that I so long to hear, so eager to keep, right inside my head.
Your soft hair, your little embrace, now seems too hard to forget, in this time when the sun blinds my mind, burns my longing... to see you once again.
I can run bare foot all day, looking for you, seeking for a trace of you, that have left cold.
Do you believe me, do you still believe me that I miss you this much?
You are the only one for me. I could almost smell you in the sweater that wrapped around me now. I can almost taste the shadow of sweetness you left behind, lingering on my lips, but slipped through my fingers which are now trembling...
How could you give me hope, but left it crushing down so deep, so hard that I could almost go insane without you by my side? Why the wait, why the silence, why the craziness?
Perhaps this is what it has come to - you far away from me, me with the vast openness of not knowing what's next, not knowing if you ever even existed, or just a fragment of my foolish imagination.
Be gone, be far away, I will survive, I will walk on, this desert of hopelessness, in the land of hope, all by myself. We are but all alone, after all.
All visuals via Visual Optimism blog here.