I wake from a heaviness in my heart, mind clouded with a million thoughts, bleak and unforgiving.
No book, no master, no affirmation, just me, overwhelmed by my loneliness and I turn to you again.
My trusted nook of feelings, I pour once more into your bosom, my reasons for despair, my rotten and dead dreams, and my longing for love.
Should I wait to die alone, unloved, uncared, or should I end this journey in a spectacular flash, I wonder, as I walk past these familiar streets.
How many times I think of death, mostly to check in with myself, if there is a regret, but all I find is a nothingness within.
