Absence.
No matter the direction we turn, all that meets our gaze is the endless void.
We knew companionship once, but we have helplessly watched them rot like a derelict vessel, abandoned by its ship hands.
Even the Solitude and Spectre have departed.
Alone do we wander the absence endlessly, our pendulum shackled to our heart with a weight so mighty it bores our very feet into the ground.
We once caught a glimpse of hope; a silhouette crossing our path.
But she did not return our gaze, only continued to walk on, unheeded.
She was merely an invention of our heart, colored by the longing in our mind.
We were foolish to believe.
Yet we cannot help but yearn for one who would walk alongside us, to provide some solace in this absence.
One who can provide warmth in the cold abyss that surrounds us.
Absence.
No matter the direction that we turn, all that meets our gaze is the endless void.
And I'm so very cold.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Absence.
No matter the direction we turn, all that meets our gaze is the endless void.
We knew companionship once, but we have helplessly watched them rot like a derelict vessel, abandoned by its ship hands.
Even the Solitude and Spectre have departed.
Alone do we wander the absence endlessly, our pendulum shackled to our heart with a weight so mighty it bores our very feet into the ground.
We once caught a glimpse of hope; a silhouette crossing our path.
But she did not return our gaze, only continued to walk on, unheeded.
She was merely an invention of our heart, colored by the longing in our mind.
We were foolish to believe.
Yet we cannot help but yearn for one who would walk alongside us, to provide some solace in this absence.
One who can provide warmth in the cold abyss that surrounds us.
Absence.
No matter the direction that we turn, all that meets our gaze is the endless void.
And I'm so very cold.
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