you left, i accepted my life, now i must change.

sometimes i really wish pain was nonsensical, but i see its purpose.

The concept of one thing dying at a different time than another is analytical if one wants to avoid pain. It's no different than in the day, what will the night be like? What will this time next year be like? Was this day or night too short, compared to another? 

The nonsensical truth about a joyous life, however, is that pain is unavoidable.

My life is nothing but a lacuna, to waste away in an Apocrypha. For now, I have my Luna which is my epoch, and that is enough. Don't weep for me in my obscurity. Like water down a drain, like clouds in the night, or stars in the day, I am here but gone without a thought.

Hold while you bleed your tears, calmly while I wipe away your fears. The fire burns so brightly it outshines the stars.

My hands still hurt, we traded places but the blood still mixes with the dirtiest dirt. 

If changing into a better man is the best for me, I would rip out this poisoned heart to help me see. 

I wish to be more like unto the trees, they know change and they do not fear it. They accept and prepare for change, and when it comes they move on. This is how they grow, because of this I have to ask, have I changed? And if so, like them, have I moved on and grown? 

Author's Note

Booooooooop.