The steps I walk and the fate I follow all run into faces that somehow already know all the reason to despise me. Why is it that walking in these shadows calms my heart and brings it pain at the same time. Is this how life is to be lived? I myself this all the time. For if not for my own voice, there wonβt be any answers returning to me from this world that seems more far away when I look for answers, than when I look for places hide.
But I look at the moon today with a new eyes. I find I am no longer alone, when you look back everytime you leave. I find I am no longer alone, when left to myself, I have someone else to think of. I no longer need assurances and promises from this life, if only you walk this earth with a smile and a lighter heart. The cold returns to my heart again, freezing your memories forever in me, and I smile. I am no longer alone, nor are you.