Light of the Lost
I can’t do this any more Ella. I came back to this world that you once lived. The first eleven months were like snow fall. But then after the encounter last October, my mind can no longer fight this battle.
Your ghost continues to haunt me.
Time for me to go back to the dream.
You were always able to do it Ella.
Find serenity in the chaos when you were in this world.
The manuscript sits here on my lap.
The story is still buried in the darkness.
Awaken from amnesia…
Something was amiss with the snow. I could not feel their Winter ice as they passed softly through my hands to the ground.
Awakening from amnesia is like snow fall.
Everything around you does not exist; its all a blur. Only the snow is falling. You don’t know why it is happening but seeing those white flakes gently fall makes you run around and dance with them.
Dusted from the depths of striated walls,
A bequeath,
Damned to faded pages,
Of a vision trapped,
In Hades’ cauldron,
Found Nineteen years prior,
Where yesterday prevails,
Like firestorms ravaging,
To breathe again, helpless;
The moments burn,
Open a world I thought vanished…
… Home, I still cannot find, Ella.