Why must these words continue to come? I read them, write them, feel them… yet I am far from them.

Why must then they torment me? For so long they gave me shelter, for so long they gave me light. Why then do I forsake them as my plight?

I feel them shudder as they course through my veins, pulsing with the crimson tides that remain blue beneath the surface.

I taste them as they form on my tongue. some bitter, some sweet, some salty with the tears I can not shed, for they too have forsaken me.

I hear them crying from within, laughing from the heavens, whispering from the winds…

I see them as they merge with images, form as a painting of colors only to be melted away from the ridicule I cast myself…

I know them as I know myself… more so… I know them for their truths and they show me mine… I can not deny my words, yet they deny me… why must then do they continue to come?

I know. I am a failure to my dreams.

I know. I am a failure to my visions, to my words.

I know.  I am a failure to myself

My words, they hold so many dreams, so many wishes, so many lives, why then can they not hold mine. It pains me to leave them. I know I can not. I only wish them hear me, once.

Understand me, as I understand you. Make light your dreams, your visions, your way. Help me form my way, as I form yours.