Welcome back my love - Answer 2

I am so tired. So tired of everything. So tired of being invisible. So tired of this fucking loneliness. I’m so tired. I can’t even properly express myself anymore. Language is leaving me, like that music used to say. I am burned out, the keys flow of my fingers and tears fall reluctant. My instincts tell me to hold you dearly and cry. I can’t hold you. Why can’t I hold you?

I can feel you. you’re just there standing near me, but I can’t hold you. I wish you were of flesh. At least we would be together one last time. You would smite my loneliness with a glance. You would teach me new things and we would talk about all those strange things that human life is. As far as my madness goes, I can see how childish I am behaving.

I decayed my dear and now, what is here sitting in my seat and strucking these keys? Isn’t it anything but a wretched poet longing to die and unite himself with his eternal love?

Everything is gone, can’t you see? Everything is gone except this shade of you.

I call you once more. Please answer as soon as possible,

with love,

~ by Anima Within on Thursday, 27 December 2007.