Can my heart stand being a counterpoint? To forever call and respond to phantoms and ghosts? The war is still raging against me. Are my words and my loneliness all you need? Is this the blade you found that draws the most blood? Draws the song of me… I wish you only desired my happiness.…

What is the use of something you never longed for? Something you never lost? What hope is there in what you’ve always had? No, It all had to be lost to be sought, Like a story stitched one voice at a time,A story told at the pace of a blink and a smile, A heart…