Fallen

Fallen hopes and sculpted angels, vacillating between the incarnate and fey ones… Thru thy smoldered reprise, fragmented thoughts lie beneath each moment in time. Each pieces smaller and somber, expanding into a vast nebulous of brevity.

As the world oscillates akin to my thoughts of you, is your world turning towards me? Or has I cease to exist… Your signals no longer spark of interest, your voice has long ebbed away in this noised recollection. As time flows away, so do you… You seemed like a reverie, a beautiful dream, and as such dreams, maybe it’s time for me to wake up…

Whatever has happened I do not know, but whatever has yet to happen, it’s coming clear. It’s just that your indifference is killing me ever so softly….