Seems like two thousand years I spent chasing something that is now a ghost.

I shouted til my lungs gave out

And cried until my eyes resembled blood.

What’s between the heartbreak and where I am now? 

Well, there was silence 

And reflection.

Smiling when I wanted to frown…

Closer- I thought I’d gotten. 

But, I’ve always had trouble reading depth.

It’s been what seems like two thousand years that have passed…

Chasing something, 

I caught that something

And it fought me until I set it free.

Two thousand year it seems has passed 

And I’d still rather live- alone with the being hurt by you than learn something new and it then hurting me.