This Is Why

May 30, 2012
Here in this moment,
hope is small and weak.
Sadness is salt in my wounds.
It's in the blood that runs through my veins.
Words fill the air,
but their meaning is lost to the wind and they dissolve
into nothingness.
My life is a muddled memory,
dreams of colors, faces and worlds far away.
But I can't tell them apart anymore.
I see my future in front of me,
I reach out,
but it's only a puff of smoke,
here one second,
gone the next.

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