...And So I Walk Alone Into The Dawn Of The Next Day

...And so I walk alone until the dawn of the next day.

I thought of images of the past and the future of loved ones burning while still in frames, set alight with my own mind, yet still alive in these times. I wish I had the answers why I spend my whole nights just thinking of my life and theirs just crumbling and I wish, well I wish I had a moment to stop.

The clouds roll thunder in my head.

The silence, I loved it once and the loneliness I missed its touch, now not so much and I can’t bare the thought of being alone, without distraction from myself. And so I walk alone until the dawn of the next day, with nothing accomplished except, well except nothing and I can’t run from the silence, from the silence, it’ll just find me again.

My thoughts will be the death of me x8