It all seems so far away now; All these moments, reduced to mere distant memories.

The cities that I once fell in love with, now feel foreign and distant, painted in shades of winter's melancholy.

Vibrant colours, replaced with monochrome hues, reflecting the emptiness within.

Only you know the one I used to be. You only know the one I used to be.

I'll cry for you no longer, you don't need me anymore.

I'll live without your love.

I wish we could once again run through those fields, not a care in the world.

Our toes digging into the warm dirt, the leaves running through our fingers.

The last summer's sun, a lover's kiss on our cheeks.

The wind whispering through the fields of wheat.

Won't you stay here with me, just for a while longer?

But all that remains is the distance and the emptiness.

I stand on the edge, ready to take the final step.
Ready to finally let go, and let all these burdens be lifted.
Take off the pressure and leap into the unknown.

Unfurl my wings and for a moment I feel free.
All I have to do is reach out, reach into the heavens.

One final step and I could leave it all behind.
A single lead and I could be carried away by the current,
floating from one place to the next.
Let myself be carried away to a distanct ocean.

Yet my feet have grown to attached to the rock; However much I
want to leap, I am compelled to stay.

What do I hope to find, what lurks beyond my grasp, always?
Just outside my perception in the fog. It calls and draws me nearer.
But forever out of reach.

I wander, a ghost in a familiar land, searching for a pulse, a spark to ignite.

Lost, not in the maze of streets, but in the labyrinth of my own mind.

Constantly hitting dead-ends and circling back to where I started.

I keep walking, I start running, I gave it my all, only to end up where I started.

Endless corridors, boundless forks, there is no end.

An endless cycle of the same over and over.

Nothing feels authentic anymore, it is all just a copy of a copy of a copy.

An unrelenting maelstrom, only dragging me further inward.

Confined to the same four walls, a world within a wold, where the echoes of your own footsteps seem to reverberate off the silence.

The streets, once bustling with life, are now eerily quiet.

The sounds of life replaced with the empty howling of the wind.

The silence is deafening, attached itself to the soul, gnawing at your sense of belonging and connection.

The loneliness that seeps into your heart is a constant companion, a shadow that follows wherever we go.

Solitude now cloaks me, a heavy shroud,

Brick by lonely brick, I have built my walls proud.

Sleep's embrace eludes me, a distant dream.

For waking brings fresh torment's cruelest gleam.

In oblivion's depths, I yearn to reside. With you as my anchor.

An eternal slumber, a love's sweet release.

Two hearts intertwined, finding solace in peace.

I have watched countless trains come and go, disappearing behind the horizon, each a possible adventure.

These "could-have-been"s linger, like unwritten stories.

I imagine myself gazing out the windows, the rhythmic clacking of train wheels below.

Watching as the endless landscapes sail by, the world a blur of ever-changing scenery.

There's a wistfulness in these unfulfilled journeys, a yearning for the unknown. 

Perhaps the beauty lies not just in the far-away destinations, but in the possibility, the dream, the promise of escape tucked away behind a simple ticket.

The land unfurled beneath a perpetually leaden sky, covering the world in a shroud of pale, diffused light.

All colour and vibrancy drained from life, a mere distant memory.

All that remains are the reveries of the laughter and life that once was.

The silence is heavy, broken only by the mournful cry of a lone bird.

The wind, the only constant companion, sighs through the empty roads.

An echo goes out, from the shriek of my anger.

The wind howled with me, a mournful lament,
whipping icy needles across my face.

From the ashes of my burnt mind, the dust will settle.
My echo is lost into the desolate expanse.

Each crystal, a tiny, glittering shard stabbed into my skin,
leaving me with stringy skin and blood streaks across my cheeks.

The once vibrant colours leached away, replaced by a sterile, heartbreaking beauty.
The nocturnal sun cast only pale tortured light, leaving a burning coldness that seeped deep into my bones.