An emptiness fills the room, the silence echoing what was…
A river of tears flow to the sea of dreams, wrecked on the shore of the unrequited.
Why, when it all at once seems so clear, should it be clouded beneath a fog of discontent?
The truth must be spoken, even though the words will yield an inconsolable sadness, and when the trigger is pulled and the result is nothing less than the mortal wounding of that which is most dear, why does it come as such a surprise?
To find the meaning we follow the paths, set by the Universe, or set by ourselves… maybe one and the same…
but all that matters now is to walk that road, pay attention to the signs, and know that you made that last turn for the right reason.
Time will tell, and time is all we have… until we don’t.