Where are you?

i’m out somewhere…

bleeding words on a canvas in a storm…

i seem to have ran out of colors and light.


Reality is often a terse contender with bitter sweet aftertaste of the best moments, that can’t be undone, or redone.


I love you, in the empty corridors of my mind, filled with ideals and illusions of everything you’re not, and everything you could never be.  I took you and you didn’t match up against the fantasy, but i kept you anyway because you were like the best ray of sunshine in the universe.  There isn’t a word to explain the depth of hurt that courses in me, i have no words. Because there isn’t a scale for pain and hurt.