Sad distemperment realms my thoughts, knawing at my heart.
No chance to falter and fall into dismalness, *poof* I appear in its hell before the wool burns from my eyelids.
Searching the skyline for a horizon that won't come... a clear day sunset that no longer exsist at the end of my day.
Now, she's gone. Bittersweet are the dreams, for her lips will never be as close as they were, and even in my dreams she's not really there anymore. She's gone.
