I was once alive,
breathing the air that brought about love, joy and sense of humor.
I remember being alive,
and not how it felt to be alive.
That memory died, vanished from existence
I who has walked the trails of desperation
should find a soul, for mine left when I lost you.
I see you, but not your face,
maybe my imagination knows better.
I should take myself back,
back to when I was alive,
back to when I was in Love
back to when I knew Joy
back to that point where I attached to humor.
By not existing in your world I vanquished your presence from my dreams
and in turn you robbed me of my sleep.
I who dwells in the essence of nothingness,
reach out to the past,
but if only to catch a glimpse of a void I call memories.