Bones Wiley

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I’ve been melancholy;
nothing makes sense, everything is pale and dreary.
I wake up every morning to silent waves of painless nothingness, and put me to sleep with torturous shreiks of lonely waiting.
I am empty and hollow.
I want nothing and give nothing.
I don’t care for this world.

Except when timless patience grows
Nothing knows
a pause sliding deeper
the cliffs getting steeper
a drop
with the color of tears

Physical pain will never compare to the despair in my eyes this night;
To watch a sunny flower wither in the wind
that sunny flower i held so close
from within or from without
it matters not.
Who am I, if you are not there to watch.
Please.
Say it aint so.
A long time these pages were empty, much like the time [...]