I am the darkness as you left it.
No, I am not, it has changed, ever so slightly or dramatically.
I cannot tell, I think neither can you.
Just as I cannot understand the nature of your change, you cannot tell if whatever happened at my core...
(If it was for something, you know, if it leads somewhere)
I don't need the warmth as much as the idea you see?
Once that other prospect (unreachable as it was) got lost
I got a little lost as well and decided against logic that writing to a lost starry night made more sense
than to pretend I know whatever the future holds, that I can write to the flowers that may come.
So right now as we live past the end, the walls crumbling down in ruins and new empires rising over and over again -my nation remains in ruins after the first rebuild tho-...
Even if we were not the end, we are endings of our own and a whole languages becomes slowly a dead one that I still invoke slowly from time to time, with the full intent of using one word that once belonged only to us to the one who shall be to make our sacrifice a worth one...or maybe not, but it woulda sound cute ye know?
No, there were paths that we couldn't find, developments that we couldn't see nor foresee.
It makes sense for me that this has not a planned out ending, it just withers suddenly.
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