when the eyes you cherish turn from you, peering off into the distance, seeking another sight, encased in a theme that does not include you?
What is it to desire…
if what you long for hides behind curtains of pain, blacked out windows redirecting the sunlight to a place that longs for nothing?
What is it to breathe…
within a life that does not matter, in full view of your imagination crumbling like so much dust beneath cushions of your heart, mingling with lost change alone in muffled visions?