I spoke to the void, it spoke back.
How? some might ask. Well,
When you’ve made a habit of speaking to nothing for as long as I have
Your whispers are bound to eventually reverberate into echoes
That, in due time, re-introduce themselves back to you.
Is this me? Wishing this hard to be proven wrong.
Wasting time fantasizing about a lucid embrace entangling itself with actuality
It’s a nightmare,
When you assume what you love has left you behind.
When reality testifies on how tight you clutch yourself at night
Bridging fleeting connections with phantoms as fragile as the tender veil
Blanketing your world of illusion.
You can’t lose something that was never there;
Mend your broken heart, young warrior,
Do not hold yourself bound to a love
That finds itself forever fleeing with the first shades of dawn.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: snatti89
I’m thinking of putting out a voice note in the form of a status update. If anyone is interested in the idea please let me know.
4 Replies to “Fleeting.”
I think many of us feel this.
You’re right. It can be easy to assume you’re the only one sometimes.
Those last lines: sum it up perfectly.
Thank you 🙂