410th Post

 Running just on fumes.

Almost nothing left.

Nothing left to dig deep into.

While i maintain the illusion of happiness.

The broken, dying miserable truth remains.

I slowly became nothing more than that of a passing shadow.

To silently come and go as the wind blows.

Rarely do i choose to remain for long.

But eventually.

I will pack up and leave quietly.

Be sad.

Be angry.

Yell at the sky.

Curse me.

For abandoning you ever so quietly.

But do i care?

Will i care?

I no longer know.

Too much caring.

Only makes the pain worse.

To suffer the pain.

Is my penance. 

To the darkness, i must eventually return.

In its ghost form.

Shapeless.

Silent.

Merciless.