Mariah

Though it wasn't long, time is eternal and is only limited by clocks and calenders we perceive. A feeling, a yearning for someone else's soul. To bond with, to feel love for that soul. To care for that person. Love has no limits, one month or one year. Love and time are something we humans will never fully understand. Then is the first moment comes as you sit alone and realize, your love is gone. It’s very existence seems to have left, extinct but not forgotten. That moment when you feel all hope is lost. The first tear falls, evolving into streams of pain running down the cheeks she once and held. Walking alone with only a black shadow expressing that lost and cold soul inside. So cold on the inside and out, as the brisk and dead depression blinds, then canvases your face. Then slithering up to your thoughts slashing whatever hope you managed to salvage. That's when it feels like the end is near. Instead of a goodnight text, one sits in a corner and weeping, begging for an answer to God of why. Until you feel the once happy soul excrete out to a dark place. Then lay down and reminisce of the sweet, faint memories that once thrived so lively. Then fall asleep after hours, only to start the process all over again.