Grief, is a dungeon within a once greeting heart.

To wonder where they are in this chaotic world, to wonder if they are in a dangerous riot of hundreds or stranded on an island that’s eerily shaken by a storm. Gone for a week or a month, I’ll never know. All I have is chained to my subconscious as I dream of them each and every night. This pain stings me like a paralyzed hurricane. As if my true self is a small city near a raging ocean, an innocent village of hopes, dreams, wishes and beliefs. As if each memory is a quaint little cottage and each loving remembered quote is a translucent ghost haunting each individual home. At one side of the village, chaos and criminals should be washed away by that hungry hurricane at bay. However, at the other side of this village is a city beginning to form, dense with skyscrapers and remarkable restaurants. Should this hungry beast born by the wind demolish everything at hand just to escape the evil within? It’s a city gated with desire and dreams, maybe one day I’ll take the train somewhere else.