thoughts be damned...
endless it seems... this burden i carry. the dreams i dream. all but a pathway leading back to where you are. where you sleep. not looking up as i pass. only praying for recovery of the warmth known only in you... or release from the cancer that has spread even unto my spirit. i have nothing but the ones closest to me to keep me alive. and even the strand they hold wears thin amidst the test of time... eyes close. your kiss. eyes open. your abscence. breathing. not living. standing. yet falling further. catch me. catch me if you can. fingers outstretched as i near the bottom of the well, where no one will ever reach me. fingers that once beheld the beauty of something i could never understand. now these fingers just against your skin... that felt so fucking cold.