beyondthemanifesto

There is no “us? anymore. Do I wish it any different? Sometimes… All that was is no longer. And for what? The drifting apart of two souls. One whose key was not a match for the others lock. The sharing of the flesh was grand, Yet, is there a reason to return to it all amidst the heartache? Maybe… For what has become is empty. Much like that of poor man’s wallet. There is a desire there, One that craves to have it back, or to get something new. But at what cost. Traversing the river of denial, in search of an excuse to stay. Is there a need for that? Perhaps… What’s done is done and that

There is no “us? anymore. Do I wish it any different? Sometimes… All that was is no longer. And for what? The drifting apart of two souls. One whose key was not a match for the others lock. The sharing of the flesh was grand, Yet, is there a reason to return to it all amidst the heartache? Maybe… For what has become is empty. Much like that of poor man’s wallet. There is a desire there, One that craves to have it back, or to get something new. But at what cost. Traversing the river of denial, in search of an excuse to stay. Is there a need for that? Perhaps… What’s done is done and that