Five Twenty Seven AM

How would it feel if you woke up every morning in the past 6 months needing love every morning, only waking up to know that the someone you love is standing before your sight, beyond your reach? How would it feel to know that someone already knows herself as an item with another soul? Is it his fault? No. Is it hers? No.

Then you turn and try the other route. Walking half way there you find out circumstance does not permit you love of this such, love of this time. You realize then not only have you thrown yourself down the abyss of damnation, you realize you’ve brought down all you’ve believed in. Then when you finally reach the end, you try and get up but you know you’re too deep. You can’t move. You can’t breather. Nothing you do is right. What options are there left for you?

You turn to your friends, and they allow you words that tear you heart apart. After all this while, when you thought brothers in blood of different parents you were, then realizing the one day will come, when you must admit the fact that your blood is different. They tell you, friendship, take no effort. Friendship is where you are. Where then do you go?

Your family is far away and it permits you not to call or visit them. It permits you not for you know, that what we know of as financial means, is not something you have not something you are easily available with. They love you this you know. They mean a lot to you this you know as well. But how are you to tell them you love them? What is the next move? Where does the aero point next?

Stranded on an island.

-. The Glory Searcher -