Remember Me

When the darkness sets in, and the hollowness expands. When tomorrow seems bleak, and yesterday is just a memory. When there's so much to give, but no one to give to. Remember me.
When the fog surrounds the wandering soul. When the heart is lost. When the grave is deeper than the deepest pit. Remember me.
The loving eyes that speak endless thoughts. The quivering lips that hide infinite words. The lowered head that conceals scattered dreams. Remember me.
Walk the miles. Spread the warmth. Believe. And remember me.
The dream was real. The emotions were raw. The truth was harsh. But remember me.
There is no more. Nothing is left. Nothing to hide, nothing to say. Confusion mirrors passion. Logic equals insanity. So true. So rare. So exquisite. So remember me.
That smile that can light up a world of candles. That tenderness that can suffice for eternal life. That touch that can evoke a volcano of emotions. That's how I'll remember you.
It's not complete. It's not unfinished.
Just....remember me.

Confessions

I confess that I am sad. I confess that I am no longer optimistic. I confess that I hold on for the sole reason that I don't want anyone to see me fail. I confess that I am losing my faith. I confess that I am broken, shatterred, hurting, and hopeless. I confess that all I want to do is curl up and die. I confess that I see no reason to keep on going. I confess that I question my every move, my every decision, my every thought, my every dream, and my every gesture. I confess that the guilt is eating me up. I confess that I am lost. I confess that I am stunned, amazed, and have no idea who I am or who I want to become. I confess that I see no better tomorrow. I confess that I hate my restlessness. I confess that I wish I was different.
I am soft yet hard. Emotional yet practical. Strong yet weak. Modest yet arrogant. A heartbreaker and broken hearted.
I am disappointed time after time after time. I am hardened and selfish. I am stubborn. I am determined a false determination.
I am a fake.

The Abyss

Sliding slowly downwards. Steps not measured. Haphazard movements pull you to an unknown destination. It's a free fall. It seems scary and yet the undefined potential still exists. You try to grasp it but it slips between your fingers. There's beauty floating around. And sadness. But the sadness thrives on the beauty, exploiting its strength, manifesting the hidden choices.
The abyss is smooth and soft. Delusioning you into temptation. This is what you want. You twirl and sway, gently, yet barely touching the sides. You shiver, experiencing a familiar yet new sensation. The revelation of the familiarity confuses you. The excitement of the newness arouses you. The battle between the senses draws a veil that envelops you. You can breathe, but barely. You don't suffocate, although at some point, you want to surrender to the end.
And then you draw the veil to your sides. You smoothly touch it to your face. You breathe its scent, erotic, sensual, interesting. You spread your arms and the veil follows your command. You sway again. You seduce the abyss with your moves. You bend and rise. You throw your head back and arch your neck. There is no resistance. The magnetism in your eyes absorbs the energy around you. Your veil is your wings. Your arms are your anchor. Your belief is your faith.
You spread your wings and fly. This time, with measured steps, you glide out of  the abyss.
To return, maybe. To leave forever, not likely.
The abyss remains, with all its sadness, temptation, and distorted beauty.