Sometimes they were big hearts with so many many dreams that kept them flying on. Yet their tears when they came could build an ocean, if they came all at once. They were so lonely, left to hide in their loveless world, in a world built for dreamers. They stood by, those that survived the deathly cold bitterness, somehow they stood and watched the rich dreamers lavish in their river of tears. Sometimes they wished when they went to bed at night that they would never have to wake at dawn, for they knew that the darkness stayed in their hearts. Yet sometimes their dreams were filled with a loneliness that they had grown to know so well and they would wake up in a cold sweat screaming for it to end somehow, anyhow. But none of them seemed to find the answers, only what they knew, the loneliness that seemed to always come back no matter how their hearts turned it way, time after time.
They had lost their fight, their dreams and their hearts. To lonely to live, to lonely to die even as their hearts had gone. Only few did follow, those that didn’t or felt they couldn’t, they lost their will, for they were lonely in dreams, lonely in life. They followed their dreams……..
I wrote this in my teenage years where some of my best writing was produced but also some of my darkest.