Heartache
Fo llow the path carved in silver bows, hopefully it will lead to wherever you may lie. Hopelessly drifting amongst the heavy stars, in the endless, undying cosmos, searching for a better ending, than years without purpose ended with a sudden realization that I never answered the door. But I left my heart there anyway, wrapped in a silver bow, right there on the doorstep. My heart, though fleeting, it never left, never searched for purpose beyond the hallway. and love? love was a question I mistook for purpose, a trail of graphite that lit up the paper, before vanishing into the eraser. I still ask my god sometimes, hoping for answer but never expecting one, or at least hoping that the stars will once again let me see what forever looks like.