Infant Mind

I am becoming dull.
I am becoming unsharpened.
I am becoming stupid.

This must not go on. I miss the days where I grew and learnt of things within myself. I have not fed those two in months, and they have shrunk into mere infants. I could not talk to them, and they could not take care of me. Whatever shall I do when time and passion has eluded my grasps for so long? It's turned me dull.

I could not stand this. Could not live like this. I must have time alone so that the journey may continue. I need my precious time, and therefore my guardians.

Inner Feelings

Love. Falling in love.. for the first time.

There's a certain thrill to it. The excitement. The anticipation. The fear. The sadness... For the first time, they felt like hell. It would've hurt so much when it was going badly, and it would've hurt still when it was all flowers and sunshine. Even flowers have poison, and the sun might just burn you.

Time passes by, and I still recognize that feeling. That unsettling passion vibrating from within my ribcage. The numbness that it brings to my dominant hand. The tears that moistened my eyes at unwanted times.

You're hurting me. You're killing me.

But that's just unavoidable when I'm in love with you.

Bodily

It creaks. It pulsates. Then it freezes up.

What if it ends soon, by sunrise?

Uncomfortable Distance

Rooted body. Touch.
Spiritless. Emotionless.

The distance between us is undeniable, yet invisible.

I became lost, stranded, all alone. But for all I know, he could be too.

I see him. But how will I find him in this fog? I can't feel him. I can't sense him. I can't find him.

It's cold, and I don't want it to get dark.

Let's get out of this fog before then.

Fallen Knight

I am not sad; it's never that simple. I am in pain. Nobody sees the blood-stained armour I wear, dented and bruised by blows. There is no justice on this land, and our knights are spread thin across this wretched earth.

The shapeshifters have begun to catch up to us, and soon they will devour us. Even I have been bitten by one just a few nights ago. I thought I had escaped it, but I know now, it lies in the shadow, waiting for me to leave an opening; a weakness, and then it will strike at the darkest hour.