Journey. 

I feel the darkness, lingering over my soul. I feel, it strolling, all around me, making a way, as I see it enter, slowly it takes over my heart, distorted feelings, I felt, only to, able to see darkness. 

I see it. It’s there. It always have been. My eyes, can’t see, but see what once, was an illusion, now was something known. 

Oh, I wonder, how to let myself free from it. I see a light. At a distance. It calls me. But, the path to it is still unclear to me. I stumble, I fall, I get up. No one to pick me up. Why? It’s the beauty of darkness. You can see it, but not them. I survive. I cry. I stress. I cry. I get up. 

The lights like a point. Twinkling,  I want it to. But darkness is all I saw. I went forward. On the path, my fate has chosen. Only to, regret? 

My legs, silently screech, and in front of the light I now stand. I peek inside. Pupils, get smaller. I see it. I feel it. 

The breeze, I feel, it. The stars I see it. The wan eyes, now, feel again. Blissful sight. Darkness leaving. The path of triumph? 

Figure it yourself. 

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Hmmm. 

People leave. They do. The winds move. They do. Do you see them move? You don’t. Still they do. Then why does it feel so much. When people leave. I know I have made mistakes. I know I am at fault. I know all that. But that dosent mean. Something that it seems to. Like the air I want to float on the surface of water, as its the cripples. Slowly and slowly I tend, to lose my strength, slowly and slowly. Only to drown myself, into the sunset, that never was real. Reflection. Of what I did. Consequence. I accept. Complaint? I won’t. Destiny it is. 

I spread my wings. Wide enough. To hide. Hide? Or stay hidden? But from what? From the truth. I try to fly. I am flying. Am I? Or is it just an illusion, I am stuck in. Another illusion? I run. Run. But for how long? Until I can? Or until the end? Can these coincide, or I will lay along the path to, whose door has been shut forever. You understand? What I write? You do? 

How can you? As it’s me still trying to figure out. Words I let out. You hear them? As your mind narrates it for me? You don’t? Now do you understand? You didn’t. You never tried. Why would you? Why wouldn’t you. 

I don’t matter. Or do I? To all? Or to none? Maybe you say. You can’t say one way? You can’t. Like many others. You can’t. So what do I do? Live? Yes, you say. Thought you didn’t care. 

Wondering what all this means? You know? Confused? Many thoughts? Never mind. Don’t think. You don’t, you say? Why I ask? You don’t matter, you say.