Disconnected,
broken,
forgotten.
Tell me where the path split
and I found myself in this dark wood.
Did I chase Love out this way,
or was I running in fear?
I don't know.
Settled into a mold of weird,
my ambition is tempered by reality
and hopelessness.
Why reach for the stars when it's
impossible
to seize them in my hands?
Speaking of hearing flames
while white noise drowns out
everything.
Can I even hear the call anymore?
Or have I decided not to answer?
I don't know...
Promises to be better,
to change,
followed by excuses.
A story waiting in anticipation,
only to be left half finished.
- Zero
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