One day, a time will come when I do not wonder.
When your once incandecent light that tunnelled my vision will become so dull and meaningless that it ceases to exist in my sphere,
And my own, brightly beaming rays will overpower the wavering, uncertain flashes that you once offered me.
And I will be free.
Fierce, fantastic, wild and free.
You will drown.
Drown in your own selfish plights.
Putrid, pale, unwanted and dissastisfied.
Bearing only the scars of a love that once offered you all that you now beg to receive but cannot know.
A form of torture.
Barbaric to your mind but self-inflicted in nature.
Escapism – purely an unreachable dream, festering in the dungeons of your mind.
One day, a time will come when you sit and wonder.
And I fly, wild, elated and free.
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