The rush of the wind.
The whistle of sound.
Down the way I see a shadow.
I know this shadow.
My heart swells and my become breathless.
Filled with emotion.
I get closer.
The shadow grows farther.
I try and reach but can not touch.
My soul feel as if its drowning.
I drop my hand.
I turn and look and see a clearing.
Turning towards it, I see the shadow again.
Trying to speak, no sound is made.
Walking away, I hear nothing and feel nothing but numbness.
The shadow was hope.
Hope I noolonger seek.
I close my eyes as the tears run like a river.
Still lonely.
Still isolated.
Just Still.
