I saught out the phantom touch of love that was once there

To reach and to beg

Love was my old self, the young version of me , the one I took for granted, now I have lost everything, including myself.

I have lost my youth, my worth, my place on this earth. I’m nothing but a root in the ground. I’m searching for someone I could’ve been if not for the fear of being outcast.

I reach out to life.

I ...

I never noticed it till now. How the water flowed so perfectly through my fingers or how they made gentle dams of water over my hands as I traced the beauty of it. The rivers were my safe place, right on the edge of my village where the broken bridge began. The other side of the river was called Valencia. It was beautiful, the birds singing and the water flowed just the same. It was peaceful, unti...