And, suddenly, without warning, it struck once more
It is never far I know, always lurking in the background
Waiting for a chance to regain a foothold in the cracks of fragility
It comes in a wave of emptiness and sadness
Wrapped in a cloak of hopelessness.
Feeling it again shakes me to the core
All my hopes lying on the ground
Even if they were but a product of my ingenuity
Building castles in the air with such fondness
Only for its foundations to be shattered by the enveloping hopelessness
Thus it came to be, that an absence, has provoked me to regress once again. Absence of contact. Not just physical contact, but emotional or psychological, which in a way can be even stronger. One wonders though, if regress we did or was but an illusion. An illusion created by a desperate willingness to believe... in something more! Of daring to hope! Oh, fool brain of yours that forever confuses you and leaves you dizzy of so many conflicting emotions.