Loneliness is dangerous, after getting used to it you don’t want to deal with people anymore (Prose)

Authored: February 6, 2022

"Nothing I could say, could do this justice. Quite simply, we ripped each other's hearts out and flung it into the Void. An absolute masterpiece in eternal loss. I'm here now, many years later. And the thoughts of that time, brings me to tears even now. Reminds me of a childhood that I never had."

Staring at the canvas. Millions of dreams pushing forward. Make me a reality. Make me come alive. My palette dry. My paint tubes empty. My brushes void of bristles. Staring at the canvas. I just want to make you something beautiful. With a burst, my colors are vivid! A sun falling through silky clouds. The mountains on fire. The sky crimson and orange. Whisps of the wind dance across valleys. Stars peeking through streamers of light and dark. Night is coming to help you sleep. Staring at the canvas as life drains from my body…I just wanted to make you something beautiful.

The Void....

"It all made sense to me...I wanted you, but you broke my heart even as you completed it. The stars shone in your eyes as the moonlight danced on your skin, and I knew you. The silence and solitude are where I live, where my heart sleeps. I only wanted to share my solitude with you."

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