I kneel on the ground desperately searching in the ashes and embers of who I used to be. The flecks of falling memories whisper and whirl lightly around me.
If I can find a fragment within these piles of haunted bones. Perhaps, then I can change what has been done and undo my damaging blunders.
Time is frozen here in my own perpetual limbo. I don't wish to go forward but back to a time when I was blissfully naive and innocent, not bitter and tragic.
Yet, day after day, I'm doomed to repeat this infinite process and never become the husk of my past self.
Words have gone and I'm left in the maddening solitude.