Widening hopeless...

I feel the rip coursing through. The constant wet tear widening. I feel the separation racing forth. The widening, sad expansion of my universe. Further apart the darkness grows, more difficult to see a purpose. Like an expanding universe, everyday my solitude grows: an isolated galaxy endlessly turning. No one sees anymore the glittering hope.

A Year Of Dragons

It's a New Year, full of promise. A New Start for the human heart. A New opportunity for Dark to pass outside our door, stoking the fear of our end. A New opening for the slow creep of despair to move tighter around the exhausted rabbit. A New Year of Dragons coming to consume our little achievements in fire.