• I stand at a hill where light can not touch and watch where the people walk and the children play as i await for the one who will come to kill me. The sun begins to set slowly as the cities lights become brighter and brighter and my souls light becomes dimmer and i begin to fade into nothing more then a distant memory.

    I wait in the dark of an empty and abandoned village where life does not seem to exist no more and the snow falls slowly but fogs up my path.

    Could this be my soul.
    Could this be my life.

    I see you one day come to me and you extend your hand and i can tell that your as empty as me.Will we be able to go on happy together and will we be able to trust.

    I trust you go with you to your happy lonely home where we share our meals and talk but you and i still look and feel as if we are distant.

    That night i dream that i am walking threw the village of the fog and snow but only now there are people. Looking happy and going about.A small child looks at me and smiles and takes my hand. Could this child be you. I smile for the first time at this creature with so much light in there heart and warmth.

    Could this be my soul.
    Could this be my life.now.

    I awake the next morning to see that you are gone. Were you nothing but a memory or just a faint dream. I see that i am at the same place where me and you would sit and eat our meals together. Did you hate me? Did you forget me? Have i become forgotten ?