Where do you go when love is gone?
I've never asked myself this.
Yet the place was always there in its dark embrace that it became second nature. Always peering through its window, rarely stepping out. Only the strongest promises drew me out, only to find myself hurtling back, into reminiscence. Lost in thought. Circling the same memories, the ever changing hopes. Sleep my sustenance. Shadows my companions.
But i do not know where to go from here.
