Today is a day, that yesterday didn't know of.
Tomorrow is the day, today will be unaware of.
She changes her mind constantly- stays for today, lingers tomorrow, disappears yesterday but forever stays.
I feel her cold rays burning the surface of my skin, vibrating- I could almost inhale the scent of her familiarity wrapping around me.
Choking me. Releasing me.
A mixture of pleasure and pain.
She never leaves, she never leaves, never.
And I'd prefer it that way- desolated, deprived of the burdens of unwanted thoughts. Thoughts that pollute my own.
To be loved, just like it was once. It seems so long ago that even the most distant of memories are slowly giving in to her- convincing me they are only figments of my own mind.
But no, she will not allow it.
She will not allow another pair of hands to break through these layers of flesh, of skin, of self decay.
But who am I, anyway? Laying in the palms of her hands is my most prized possession. She twists and folds and isolates it further- for her own amusement. Despite her several attempts at disconnecting me- she has finally succeeded. Detached from this world- I am.
Shudder. Elapse. Alone again.
Yet she, my loneliness, keeps me company for as long as I breathe.
