Nihil

Voices scatter on the ground
Free souls make the morning trek
A feeling of senescence emanates
As silver clouds billow and burst in the fall wind
The aura changes as the seasons fade
Circular and linear notions of time erupt quietly
Buried in the recesses of thought and perception
A fruitless pursuit greeted by more noise
The attempt to grasp fate vanishes into the night
Awaiting the dawn of recurrence

Parting until the next life

I'm going to miss you. I guess I should start off with that first. We've been through a lot together and had some good and bad times. You were always there when I needed somewhere to think. You never stopped supporting me even though I gave you a few scratches here and there. You put up with me for about seven years of my life and I'm glad that I got to know you better. I've slacked off in the past with cleaning you up but I guess now is better than anytime at all. At first I didn't know what to think of you. You were something different, something that I could call my own. Ownership is an odd thing. We go through a cycle of using and using without thinking of what actually goes on. It's probably a very hard job and you take a lot of bad rap for it. Talking to a wall necessarily isn't a bad thing. Sometimes it's just what someone needs. I'm going to miss you. A lot. I'm never going to see you again. That's what makes it worse. Imagine feeling nostalgic about something so simple. Yet something so intricate. It's a conversation that I never really got to have with you. So this is our final good bye before you transform into something 'better' or whatever the world has planned for you. It's weird. It's empty now and quiet. The memories are stripped from the walls. There is no more light, no personality. The best I can do is say thanks for everything. You meant the world to me. You've been one of the best rooms I could have ever asked for. But I guess its never really goodbye. Since everything lives on in the heart. Even you.