The End

Rather than being disillusioned by the raw and bitter truth of reality, we confuse ourselves with the intoxicating hope that every falling star is a sign from the heavens. We have come to accept that self-deceit is more comfortable than the chance of inspiration's end.

We are lost in time. No longer do the whispered enchantments echo from the halls of the cathedral of souls. No one hears the ancient songs because no one listens. The celestial choir is silent. Faith sacrificed for a moment of pleasure. I yearned for more.

I wanted to believe in a love that rivaled the magic in the writings of the literary giants of the past. I wanted to be consumed by the fires of that passion. I wanted to infuse those emotional ashes into my inkwell and share them with the world. I offered my heart...

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*.  And then she was gone

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Written: 04/02/18 DBC