A dream of the dark. A stark idea that something that was once part of
me that lost intrest in everything.
Grasping at fleeting ambitions that were once were worth working
towards. I stuggeled to forget and walk away from my dreams yet find
myself compeled to yet work for something perhaps to find a place?
l
With hundreds of people about I scream in the empty darkness and at
nothing . None listening none careing for the darkness was within myself
to care enough to make more of myself.
Looking out at eternity I hope for an inner strength to continue an
inner cause or voice that could touch a dead heart.
Yet here look out into a world I want to be part of yet still seeking.
the few things I love if love can be held in this dead heart, I hold
close yet has my moral feeling left me? what have I become over these
years each day flying by yet a turmoil of endless seconds each looking
out on eternity.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lleian, in the year 310 MA.