The stars lit up the night sky and time was at a standstill. Stealing kisses from each other in mother nature's bed, stuck in an endless bliss, waiting for the interruption that always comes. Laughing softly because this was my internal torment. Being lost in the hopes of love and knowing that my curse will exceed the strength of my cravings. Thankfully, I can love, hold the ideas of love, dream about finding love; however, it is being loved that I crave the most.
Fictional characters and visions of the blessing that God has given mankind can only last so long. Without knowing reality, life begins to become heavy. Alone in this kingdom, deserted, shunned to the rest of the world. This was my curse. I fell into a dark abyss that I thought that I had belonged. Instead of being caught and whisked away, I continued to fall so far that I was lost in the depths of another realm.
The beginning of the ending is what it was. I was awake, but I was the only one. The others were paused in time. Some were laughing, some were yawning, there were some that were running; from what? I've been up and down all the streets of Brooklyn; the inhabitants stand so still. No loud noises. No moving cars. No running waters. I've been through offices, schools, my apartment building. It is all the same, lonely. The days are still going by; the sun will still rise and when it tires the moon will relieve it.
It's been forty-three days and there hasn't been a single distraction from myself. My worst enemy. Blame for whatever happened falls on me, but I cannot remember why.