Soliloquy

I am left foaming thoughts - a ship without a Captain, at the mercy of unpredictable winds. Meandering thoughts like an unreliable compass lead me into unknown seas. Lost says that defeated voice in my head; lost echoes the ominous voice that I dread. Broken waves of dreams, dancing fancies that I dreamt, like mist to the sun’s light, gone. Pale paling, fading vapor into frosty silence, you and I split in the middle; our dense, muting laughter no longer covering the reality, you and I torn apart One minus Two without death we part.