I felt alone, lost, isolated within time. As if I were all alone without a single soul to come and save me from my bellowing darkness brewing within. It was almost like I was drowning in my own despair left to just curl up and die quietly. But then I felt something warm, comforting, safe and suddenly I wasn't so scared anymore. It was as if someone suddenly enveloped me in a blanket of warmth and it made me feel complete. I didn't want the feeling to leave but eventually it did. I would do anything for that feeling back...anything. Just one more minute, I'd even take just one more second of that warmth again. So I started chasing after it again and again and again but I failed over and over and over again. I just couldn't locate where to find it yet as soon as I got close to catching it it would wiggle its way through the cracks and escape. Days turned into months and months turned into years and years turned into centuries, it was disheartening. I felt abandoned as if I wasn't meant for happiness but eventually I finally got my hands upon the source. But it wasn't the same, it wasn't good enough. The feeling felt fake, dulled, not as bright and strong as before. It was infuriating. Why? Am I not good enough? Am I not worthy of happiness? Why do I deserve this? I suppose I've wasted many moments searching for something as little as this. How putrid. How aggravating. This cannot be it, this cannot be the end. I will have to find a replacement then because I can't possibly live without the comfort I once felt. I fear being without it. I fear being alone again. I cannot be alone again, I won't allow it to be. I travel through time for quite some time yet it only feels like mere seconds. I cannot seem to find something to fill the void within my chest cavity. As I sit here turning to dust I wonder what it is that I've truly done in my long regret filled life. Was it worth chasing my tail for all those years? Should I have done something differently? Why do I regret doing so? I cannot seem to place my regrets. My biggest fear within my heart of them all is trying so hard. Look at me now, withering away oh so pathetically and alone. I've wasted my life on someone who doesn't appreciate my presence. Why? It's not fair and now I have to face the consequences of doing so. I suppose this is my end. Farewell to all who have watched me faze through time oh so gracefully yet lonesomely. I shall see the world again one day whether it be in the same form or another but I promise someday I will find the warmth that I once oh so craved. Goodbye my dear.
