the fool

How long will I keep on lying to myself?
How long will I keep replacing the black & greys with rainbows?

The dam that holds all of it in is streched beyond cracks
I miss the support and comfort that I once had
More than ever.

I miss being that integral part of someone's life
That their very being was based on your existence
The selfish belief that you were meant to be.

Foolish dreams...

And yet another optimistic fool tries to stay intact
Thinking or rather hoping that someone will throw a lifeline
And then again, will / does that lifeline follow the same beat.

Salt flows to no avail...

I am but an entity of air and dreams
I am a non-matter
I am of thoughts and illusion

I miss being a part of two.