I've felt soulless for so long..
How can a soul yearn for itself?
Searching for everything but themselves..
A puzzle that does not see its pieces
A sun that does not see it's rays
Did I breake it somehow?
Has the candle blown out?
I sure did blow out more than a few in my life.
I dont know if want to anymore.
It's too much.
It feels like too much.
Too many days,
Too many words,
Too many things bottled up.
So it leaks,
And leaks, and leaks, and leaks
And fire turns to smoke.
And now I can't see.
One day I will realise the amber never truly disappeared,
Just dimmed for a bit
So that it can survive
And come back brighter than before.
Maybe once the smoke dies down
And the sky is of the brighest blue again
Maybe I will see again.
Until then, I guess I'll just have wait for better times.