Return my friend. The one who stood near in the starless days, in the moonless nights, casting shadow in the darkest of corners, bringing concealed meaning to the words, giving mystery its hold on the defined.
Return my brother. For we belong of the same land, the same time, the same body, the same mind, the same blood. We are of the same mission, our journey was forged side by side, of the same metal, of the same blade. Grass is grown, seeds are sewn, all in all, sadness was born.
Return my peace. The quiet which grew, the bond which we knew…
“Do not carry the world on your shoulders, accept your sadness and it shall release” I was told
Return that which belongs to me… for acceptance does release and empty. As the tide does come and go… its waters never leave… displaced and moved… yet still part of the sea…
My waters have evaporated, sadness has went accompanied by the tears. Emptiness is all which remains, along with eyes that cannot shed tears or see… yet they long for their release…
Return that which belongs to me. For I simply can not be, without that other part of me…
“It feels different, as if a weight has been lifted. Yet it was no burden upon me… I carried it freely… now my mission, my purpose has changed. Who defines happiness and normality? Who names all that should be? Who took my burden which I carried freely? Who took it from my mind? Now look at me, who am I? I doubt my own existence because my burdens defined me”
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