Where do I go.

A year ago I was happy. I was content, I knew what it meant to be me, I knew my self.
I have become a stranger, something unknown here awake in the dark crying and wanting no comfort. Maybe I have changed, or maybe this was part of me I never knew before. Maybe both. Suppose I will never know, and it dose not matter.
I will crave the days I knew my way and my world. When I knew Pain, a sharp break or yell, and Love, a voice or hand there for comfort and reassurance being told there was so much more.
What I miss is the feeble hope and desire to know that not everyone has to leave you. That maybe somethings were forever. Things could change, life was good, there were people and places that would remain, alone wasn't the only option.
I am not worse for having felt this, for having known these. But is it for the better that I know and fell and yet they are lost to me now?
In my sadness I can not answer, and if I could I don't think I would want to know right now.
Here in the dark all I have are my thoughts and memories and wanting to sleep to forget. What of waking up though, maybe that will suck the most, what if in the first moments between day and night I forget, and it will start all over again.
There will always be more. More writing. More pain. More love. More loss.
More ends.


There was a fall, a beginning, and it hurt most if all, if only because it was unexpected. For the End all that can be said is that it will not soon be forgot.