Why is it we look towards others to find what we already know, and we refuse to believe to hear those words coming from the ones who love you so. Is it so important to keep holding on to what you want rather then what is real that you dismiss the truth, that all you do is punish yourself trying so hard to hold on to what you believe as it rotts your very soul. Why must we try so hard to relight the dwindling flames of a once simmering smothered old torch that should have never been light, trying and trying to the point where nothing burns but the hands caught inside flames of once what was. Suffering from yourself and not wanting anything but to have what can never be. You hear your loved ones who moved on, yet all you want is to sit aside and watch the clouds roll by, as you sit there waiting for that lost spirit of yours to completely disappear. You hold on with every last ounce of your dieing soul, that you lose all sight of the ones moving from that retched sent, the decaying smell of that once strong, beautiful nature. Rotting with every breath, you grow weary to the world, nothing there to give you that familiar feeling of loving arms, yet you still hold on. Where, your loved ones think, will this misery stop, and when will you return? And a hand reaches out once more. You stop and think, but turn away, because all in your mind is that time, which never truly was.
