There is a small part of me that sees love as failure; a part of me that knows I will never have what I`m looking for. I will search eternity looking for serendipity and travel any distance to get a glimpse of it, Sometimes I feel as if I am destined to be forever alone...I hold the passage way for lovers of old to travel between my timeline and theirs just to keep a connection. But there is no connectivity in dysfunction and I cry tears until I flood centuries of habitation for aquatic beings to dance in the memory of my past pain. A part of me dies every time I count my figures and somehow always end up everlastingly bankrupt; robbed blind by love and his accomplice, whichever man it is this time
Perhaps I'll leave this place. I've far horizons to explore. The world is wider than my feeble vision, and echoes can not see. I feel a calling to depart from the commonplace and usual. My perception has been dulled by repetition. And so I'll leave, take up my hopes, and travel far, to that waiting destination until existence again bores me. Then I'll leave once more. ♥
