memories of past lives invade my mind, lives I seemed to have lived decades ago, even centuries, but still I know it has only been months, maybe years. I watch the sun set and await the coming night. Only then does my day begin, then do I live. I long for those I love to be near. I want to feel their life flow through me. Thoughts of crimson fill me, they make me hungry. I hunger for love, for life, for time lost, for lives past, but, for now, I am alone. |
