by Klairewind

oh denizen of the alternate reality that haunts me, i pray to thee, leave me be.

take thine cup of melancholia away from me.. i have no desire to wallow in despair.

my heart has grown weary of longing for something that had ceased to exist.

alas, it may be that the fates had fancied playing a prank on my mundane essence.

“to the wounds that never heal, the more you push, the more it bleeds..” a scar upon  thine bosom.

i wander… a long long journey… only to find myself back to where i had left.

yet i shall travel  another stead, far far away, with the hope of coming into the reality of where i should be..