A sigh at the light of morning.
A seeker, a dreamer.
Bewildered and lost in nightmares.
A lingering, isolated thought at the forefront of a dark cell.
What does the dreamer seek?
A hollow feeling within, yet heavy, weighing down, intangible.
Unfathomable is the argument. From one and to the other.
Unseeing minds collide through misinterpretations.
Seething quiet strangles after a life snuffed out, like smoke from a candle. Abrupt and leaving behind swirls of wrath.
Desiring nothing more than a warm hand upon a cold.
Does one not see?
Is one constantly inhibited by an obsidian darkness?
A fire frozen.
Is the other really so mindful of the unyielding, empty soul?
It seems so, though one should be repellent of kindness towards such dark matter.
One represses such matter, for it’s too much to question and tiresome to carry.
Bleak is the present. Bright is the future.
Discarded is the past…
It shouldn’t be forgotten; the nothingness conveyed.
Not by one but by the other.