the streets are devoid of life once more. i can again walk alone with my thoughts, its arm around my shoulder. we are two best buddies out for a nightly stroll.
gone is the jostling and weaving through that mindless mass suffusing the city by day. no more the looks of hatred and derision from all sides. when i open my eyes, only the tree bathed in yellow lamplight fills my vision.
emptiness is my source of strength, the battery of my life. for the cold and the void lift up my spirit. they bear it on high rising winds, away from jagged rocks and dashing waves.
but why is it that whenever you leave, whenever i feel a great emptiness upon me, why is it at that time... at that time, i touch the weakness?
i lived, only to die again in your abscence.
