Author S. K. Nicholas

There’s something that persists, and despite the years that have been and gone, my thirst for it hasn’t diminished. Despite the aging of my bones and increased tiredness of this mess that calls itself a life, there’s something just out of reach, and no matter how hard I look for it, it keeps itself hidden. In shadows and behind mirrors. In the dead of night and behind a lover’s smile. My time spent searching for what I know will never be found, yet I refuse to give up on these dreams that push me further away from those around me. They don’t see it, but I do. They don’t believe; they’ve never believed. They just feed on what’s given to them and ask no questions. Yet the mysteries are there; so ready and willing to lead you astray without so much as a please or thank you. To think of all those days where the only thing to be done was to sit in silence hoping for the way to be shown. Memories of depression, of fading through a lack of romance. Not the romance the rest of them cling to. Instead, romance that yearns above all else to leave this shell behind to travel the farthest reaches of the universe. Take my hand, and let me feel the release I crave above all else. Let the sun bathe me in its light of ages and reduce me to mere ashes. Come with me on an endless journey. Strip those bones of useless flesh, and let our souls merge once more with the eternal darkness that hangs above their unworthy heads.