Sorrow that clings to me like a shadow. Darkness so thick it crushes the quiet chambers of my being. Moments of weeping, preserved and framed. Longing betrayed by its own memory.
Desires that dissolve into the grey where joy finds no foothold. A few memories turning to ash. Love, worn and fading, drifts toward nothing.
Life in its drab disguise, still burning with false pride. It is time to shed this hollow weight, to stop haunting yourself as a ghost.