Haunting tendencies, my soul eludes, yet never completely escapes. Gray visions of past loves, death, and all that may come to be are preluded by the dimmest of flashes...imagined in my blind eye to be what was supposed to have been my life. Reveling in the idea of something that doesn't exist has been my existences baine, no sense to be made of anything. State of fantasy with no happy ending; Nor, reasoning as to why? Trudging through the nearly empty halls of my mind, the simplest of thoughts become soiled and unworthy of speach or any recognition whatsoever. Grief stricken and beaten, my heart slows to match the hollow breath my chest forces through parched, expressionless lips...
Sigh.
~Jess~
