Slowly Starving to Death

The world contains less color, food has less taste and life lacks meaning without you. My mind wants to hate you for leaving; for hurting me so badly, but the love I have for you in my heart will never let it happen. It feels like my soul is slowly starving to death without you. C.C.

…Lost in your heart, lost in your eyes
Lost every day, no map to follow
Entire days, weeks, a blur
Flickers of light, in the darkness,
Only to be enveloped in shadows once more…
Peter Winstanley