Exploring rooms you've long ago sealed, thinking their contents trivial, only vaguely valuable; rubbish. Now with limitless time to venture to dusty wings, you unearth pieces of your self. Pieces of a far off time. Pieces of him.
I've come to know missing you, as were it my skin. I forget you sometimes.
Those moments add up like a crushing weight looming over head. Ready to snap sinuous cables, given half a mind to.
It's like you wait until I am strong; you test me.
I stand tall through the struggle, but I bear my marks for the journey.
You've always been waiting for me: at the brink of oblivion.
I will wash you from this skin. I will lock these doors for another day and I will stitch together the prodigious chasm in my thoughts.
The days of feasting have come to a close, yet again.
If I am to escape, I must starve to slip from the shackles. Like a parched man I will return to you; desperate for more. Always more. Always. Until the end of my days.