In my heart, a violent sea rages full of tears and emotions that threatens to consume me. So fraught that I will never be able to reach the surface again nor see the light of day.
But through the growing darkness, a small pin of light glimmers and slowly grows. Obscured by the ashen rocks and burnt-out tree stumps, it slowly sheds light on this forgotten wasteland of obsidian that I call my own.
Even in this forsaken place, there is an essence of serenity - a ray of undying hope that fills my thoughts with the fond memories of you. My soul is filled with anguish and my bones crack and grind against each other for the fear of never being able to touch your face or hold your hands in mine again.
I can neither let you go nor let you fade away into the mists of time. So I choose to endure this torture in hope that you will love me in the way that I love you. For that one chance, I would gladly endure ten times this agony to know what you feel. So I wait, in my darkened world of fading shadows staring up at the small pin of light. Waiting⦠Waiting for morning and the day.