EcLiPsEd iLLuMiNaTEd FRaGMENTs

Tears of overwhelming happiness roll down my face that I may never find a partner, but, atleast, my closest friends are a little less lonely in their own lives.

Happiness of knowing and believing that there is something bigger that connects us all.

That inevitably, despite all the madness in the battlefield of my mind, I am still loved and that love still exists.

Writing is therapeutic when the warmth of the bed is forbidden. Just the way the pen rolls of the paper and the hands flow in creation of something like an action of momentary pleasure.

On the brink of madness again
An obsession for love
An obsession for loneliness
Released and gone
Into the dark corners
Sometimes fragments come to life in the shadows
Eclipsed, illuminated fragments.