I found pieces of myself amidst the chaos and debris. A flowing river of mistakes and shadow pain. Love imagined into exist by the mirror of reflection. Gained through misdeads. Unheard cries block out the sunshine of the day and leave a foggy overcast within my eyes.

The rain clouds emerge with the fierceness of what once was passion and desire. Lust has missed its calling and left the seed of emptiness to thrive. Blossoming into the nothingness that is you and your cracking armor. A statue of divine beauty. Too tragic to embrace. To imperfect to turn away. In the shadow streams of yearning I struggle against the current. Too protect your perfect imperfections from the ever growing storm.

But darkness has fallen and the streams have carried my will to the outlets and nooks. And my will to care has been pushed into the sullen sea of regret.