Absence and emptiness
like glass shards tearing through skin
but there's no pain...
just hollow.
Like an observer watching the destruction from afar
Cold
Wishing arms would warm me,
carry me away from this void.
A dragon beckons,
always before full of false promises and hopes.
Nostalgia makes me listen but I do not go
A raven flies in the distance
so far away
surrounded by clouds.
A monkey keeps chattering
Chatter chatter chatter
There is no peace
and my sanity and patience is almost gone
Where did the colors go?
When will blankets actually provide warmth again?
When will it all be sorted?
