When one loses love they become destructive to the slightest touch. Every face and place will be a reminder of the face and place they forever lost. Nothing is whole again, nothing is perfect. They are remote but still involved. It is the saddest, most pathetic thing you can ever behold. They will be there, laughing, talking, being involved in life, but still detached. There will be a hollow in their eyes, a blankness in their heart. Although one might be able to create a demeanour of fullness, they will never understand, never be fixed. Because in losing the one they love, they also lose the person they loved to be. They will never be the same again. Nothing will ever be the same. All eyes are muffled cries of heartache. All routines are pale adaptations of what used to be so vibrant.
Created: Nov 06, 2011Document Media