The W's cost
What am I? A collection of lovelorn letters to lost souls. A wind that speaks to those wandering the ruins of what once was. I am a reflection of an unlived life, a horse reined in by no rider. I'm a chimera, an amalgamation of everything anyone who loved me has told me. I speak of love like desert dwellers speaking on rain. Maybe with more of it everything would be flowing all so swimmingly. I came to the stark realization I need a break from the harshness of its gaze. The pain that comes with seeing your heart suffering outside your body and being able to do nothing about it. The ache of seeing the final piece of your puzzle refuse to fit. The dread of walking around incomplete, soliciting, begging for a semblance of concern. Where do lost souls go? Free unbound by attachment, I hope they find their way to each other, it's the least they deserve. Where do the wanderers head to? Those of us cursed to experience only through observation. Those of us walking with unconditional ...
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