Melancholy
A dance of emotions to the rhythm of profound melancholy. For melody, the whispers of the wind. Open your arms to me and let me melt into them.
Plunged into a madness where only your voice reaches the depths of my being, I suffocate amidst this crowd, alone, standing, agonizing, a stranger even in my own world, built upon the foundations of my illusions.
My only way out is your name.
Covered by your shadow, the echoes that my consciousness traces fade little by little, carrying away with them the dark patterns of my deformed soul.
If I depend on you to the point of becoming your prisoner, would you accept to nourish my dreams and become my tree of peace?
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