Saturday, January 18, 2014

Heavy is the heart, that is filled with regret... but heavier is the mind that is filled with the idea of a failed future. When the darkness sets in, I sit beneath the dim lit spring moon and look back at the things we did together... and fear comes and sits beside me... puts his hand on my shoulder... and tells me that everything will not be all right.

It is like being a child again... a child of innocence and love.... and watching your best friend walk away forever. The Robin to your Batman. The Hobbes to your Calvin. So many adventures slowly wither and die without ever coming into being. It is not a fear of loneliness, but one of loss of the dearest thing that you hold close to your heart... within the little refuge of your mind. It is a debilitating sadness that originates from where adrenaline would...and it spreads...and spreads... until it you cannot sleep at night.

And you don't know whether to leave... or sit and wait for your friend to come back.