It’s been a long grueling winter, exceptionally cold and bitter leaving a foul taste and a soulless face. I’ve been searching for glory within this never-ending purgatory and I come to realize that this has become my life’s story.

Searching for something that is no longer there, and as I gaze into the mirror I see an obscure figure that I no longer recognize. With no smile, no emotion I come to an unfortunate realization that I am simply not there.

As terrifying and as unfortunate as it may seem I still find the time to dream. Yet I have no illusions and I’m no longer lost within my own delusions even though I thought I’d be hers forever.

With the inevitable marching of time we eventually ended up forming subtle vendettas as I started to tare at my own flesh and bore through my chest. My egocentric life style eventually caught up with me and I lost touch with reality, becoming a pitiful shell of my former self.

Drowning within my own self-inflicted sorrows in the shallowest of pity pools made for fools. Dying within my mind, crying on the inside I remember when she brought the sunshine along with her, as her heart once used to beat only for me. It’s like the universe once handed her directly to me. Yet something happened between us that I still can’t seem to perceive but I know these feelings I’m feeling and it is because of me...