Loneliness, a state of deceptive vision.
The crevices of the mind sulking into the gray matters of morrow.
Gloomy, ashen, mystical night dripping into the eves of the soul.
Tears from heaven, illusory and constant.
The cries of the cold and the night seep into the heart.
Is it all only an illusion?
Lack of transparency makes it difficult to find what’s real.
A systematic change for brighter dawns.
Previous attitudes thrown into the banks of the rivers of forgetfulness.
Lonely trodden roads not to be walked again.
A changing of the mind.
A decision of the heart.
Awareness of one’s shadow walking the journey, slowly, steadily.