My thoughts flicker into a dream where we finally understood without being mean, where our love had no consequence and we did things for each other not only because we should until a nightmare arises of living torn apart in realization that I never appreciated her when she was in my arms
Now I'm sorting through decay into a dimension of fading memory and things speed up as my mind begins to race, but was it ever my mind to behold? Are we just visions projected through those that personify us?
The concept of missing another has left, where is here? Her face dissolves, and my last thought conjured is a question of why there was no emphasis on other people or resolve before I got lost in self-destruction, looking for the sound of her laughter
What remains is unending fear as this aura travels elsewhere and a body absently sinks to the bottom of Moses Lake; goodbye dear