Wretched Space

The wretched space emerged from soulless nights and a wincing truth that coldly crept inside. Scattered emotions lacking veracity refusing to merge into one solid fragment of absolute understanding.

Loveless kisses twinkling like festive decoration, fleeting displays of temporary, seasonal magic, interpreted by the observer as beautiful, yet soon to be returned to their unlit cardboard box.

Nonsensical elongated disconnection, a destiny drained of graceful desire. Withered sadness dispersed upon a perceived, integral, structural necessity. Eroding.

Vessels navigating through darkness unexpectedly guided by the glow of a lighthouse. Unseen rocks illuminated, shattering boundaries of familiarity. The light enchanting charters of life... for the living.