I’ve come to a realisation.
Life is not worth living.
It is a cold, black hole
A never ending pit of lies.
You could keep falling forever.
I know I am.
Ever since you left me,
My life has been cold.
My heart has turned to a hard block of ice,
And the coldness is spreading,
Pumping ice through my veins
I wish the ice would freeze my feelings.
Sometimes at night,
I dream that someone will find me.
They melt the ice and save my soul.
I wanted it to be you.
But I guess, in the story of my life,
You were but a passing wind.
Not flatulence,
But the kind that is seen
Blowing through the trees
Although you can’t really see it at all, can you?
Can you?
Can you, Jonathon?
Just like I can’t see you.
Or rather, you can’t see me.
