I’ll follow you,

Through dampened days,

And the weariest of nights,

Through every tear I hold,

Every trauma I fight.

For my love is my weapon,

And You are my armour.

Every time I feel myself submerge,

Drowning in life’s deepest despairs,

You appear-my harbour,

My love,

My life,

My armour....

I've never heard a word quite so beautiful as ‘alone’.

Solitude, isolated.

To be only by oneself, to bask in the pleasure of being by one’s own side.

A peaceful detachment,

dissociation from the world around.

Alone.

What a beautiful word.

The separation of one person’s time from the rest of time itself,

from the frantic pace of society.

Yet, alone holds no loneliness,

no bitterness in spe...

For I am nothing more than you were,

A stone in time’s undying path,

A mere cry in a forest of timber,

A single droplet in the storms rage.

Indifference is a burden I never wished to carry.

In my youth, I sought extravagance,

To be that beckoning voice in chaos,

The star held closest to the sun.

But as I’ve aged, reshaped and rethought,

My only wish is to be nothing like you.

A mere paint s...