lost

is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?

absence

absence of color today.

macabre

the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.

frustration

frustration chews at your soul.

mourn

tears sinking into aging skin.

life

that is life, isn’t it? you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?

lost dreams

knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.

revenge

years spent hurting turned into years spent hating.

grey paradox

warm air and cold raindrops – a grey paradox i love.

dreams

i am lost, walking in a dream that doesn’t exist.