The sun tangled in the trees and fell onto the ground in in jagged yellow fragments that reminded me a lot of you. The empty branches hovered like arms above me, oh how I wanted to be embraced….

My skin was tingling…tingling with that sensation of having nothing left but the things around you that mean nothing. The things. The things that are empty even unto themselves…

I drew lines upon the paper…lines of you and I….seperate, connected, torn apart, shadowed, and of course erased. Nothing left but the remnants…barely distinguishable, easily replaced.

No it never meant that much to you.

I bent my mind around an image–fell into that space inside my head. I spiraled to the end of a transitory thought…undone, unraveled….spent.

Disjointed…..lost

On you.