I feel it shooting in my veins, hardening in my bones. It settles in my mind like a late winter cold. And it's silence is profound, unnoticeable, invisible. I let it be my best friend and my worst enemy. The production of exquisite thoughts all to be replaced by moments too dark to put into structured sentences.
Exhausted minds, a weary soul, tired eyes, I've seen it all, yet I cry. I cry and I count my tears and try decode cryptic messages sent from that minuscule droplet, wanting answers out of nothing. I think I see you somedays, whether it be in myself or as a reflection of one of natures beauties. Sometimes it is just as simple as you in the flesh.
I miss you do you know that? Can you hear my words at night? Or do you see my pain as color painted beautifully on white canvas telling you everything you should know. I don't know. But I won't give up and that is my promise to you and to myself. You are the moments of blessed euphoria when my soul is drowning in its dark hours. The reason why I'll find peace in my dreams tonight.
