A voice made of Ink

Hello Abandonment Issues. Welcome back. It seems you’re going to be around for quite a while. Have a seat, have a seat. Tea, coffee, a biscuit perhaps? How was the drive in? Which room would be more comfortable for your stay- heart chamber, soul suite or the mind cabin? Please, feel free to pick whichever. As long as your comfortable. It’s been quite some time hasn’t it? You look well, healthy and strong. Re energized even. I’m sure that has to do with your recent vacation. Regardless, you look well, healthy and strong. I really do hope you enjoy your stay. I believe it is to be indefinite? Please feel free to let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.

I was given a bunch of flowers, with the best intentions.

Store bought and stiff but the thought was endearing and the action was moving. An absurd combination of white daisies and red roses- tacky really. Due to their origins of mass distribution the roses quickly died and i watched them wither. And too did my spirits. 

The roses and the passion had faded and became husks of their previous selves. I mourned the loss and panicked at the realisation. I left them amongst the thriving daisies for quite some time, as if to think that they would be brought back to life.

One day, almost habitually, I removed the dead and rearranged the bunch. I quickly saw that even though the burning red of passion had gone, beauty remained within the hopeful and good daisies. They were resilient, full of promise- a promise of a good, white future.

With time they too died, withered away one by one until they had to be removed because they looked painful and the stench of loss and death was unmissable.

First, passion and then hope. Everything dies. No matter how hard you rearrange  no matter much you will something to prosper, no matter if you turn them towards the light. Everything dies.

Everything dies.