I taste the ashes of your memory upon my tongue,. A gift from the past,unwanted yet needed. Time pulls me ever forward, but the whispers. Of the past drive their nails down my back. I am a patchwork quilt, stitched together from. The threads I have greedily held within;. Bits of dreams, hopeful thoughts, wants and needs. I am King of a castle surrounded by nothingness. No one walks my hallowed grounds, there are no walls. To keep out the darkness.

Just some free flowing poetry and the occasional thoughts on the world. Such a void in your absence. Such a cacophony of conflicting connections. To fall for you, as you refuse to fall with me;. I handed you a cocoon,. And you gave me a butterfly. Each turn you surprise,. Every assumption made proved wrong in an instant. Berries and bitter chocolate in every word. Death and beauty in your laughter.

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