Smoke & Mirrors
The willingness to live has gone, I am no longer of this world. I drift into the cracks of time and space. I am no longer here.
I died today. No, I died for the thousandth time today and this is my punishment. If there is anything worse than death it would be to live without life. That energy that was skipping inside my soul had come and gone. I have lost all gusto and this is what will drive me to the edge.
One hundred twenty is the number of days between us and I am no longer counting as I know it will never end. The longer time passes, the farther apart we both will be. Soon, there won’t be two points connecting a line, but rather an endless advance into nothingness.
I wish we had never met. If travelling to the past was possible, I’d do everything to make that split-second decision I had once made and go the other way. If I could erase that moment where you had come to know of my name, or I of yours, I would.
I’d sell my soul to forget you.
