KNOWING
To never be able to cease to embrace, for a brief second. To capture a memory I so endure, may have been forgotten, in a dreadful dream. A dream that never seems to end, to on go this life, I am cursed with. Is just to overwhelming with all this agony. Honestly it would be more then just another hopeless thought. But yet another end, for maybe it already is. To ask this, is for not knowing what a memory is. Nor what it feels like to even have a mere glimpse of how this agony, that is just a never ending lie. This soul of mine I hide from, in this time of hiding, I truly awake pondering the thought that I am cursed. Just hoping, would I really know? So how in this weakened state, of this. Being forgotten in a hole of hopelessness, hiding yet truly happy. I cannot even embrace my own chance of knowing my fate, that would only mean death. A forgotten memory is what I want to cease. What if I am dead and not even knowing it, what if that's my memory. That I so long to, then it'll be to late for this. What if I try to cease to embrace? Just knowing why this is taking all I have left in this, for when will it all end, or has it just begun? That feeling runs through me like fire in my veins, veins of emptiness. That grows inside my darkened ending of being alone in this other soul, that I keep deep down inside. Which is dead, to even know the never ending path, of knowing what lies ahead...
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