To a Stranger.

It was too good to be true that it was actually you that I was talking to.

The darkness dragged me away and the grief consumed me again. But this time the wave had been contaminated with a venom that stung my soul and infected my heart causing my mind to go insane.

I lied. I was already insane with grief. Constant loss that will not stop, again and again and then there is you. Why did he force me to notice you.

You are a stranger that I thought I knew for a moment, it was a pleasant moment, a moment that came with a price, a hidden cost that I am not entirely aware of yet.

Hope of you, a stranger being more had died before it really had an opportunity to allow me to wonder how you would feel if you discovered this mess I’m in. Until now.

There is no sign of life on your side, the universe will not tell me anything in any way other then that way the universe usually talks to us desperate for a clear answer. Riddles within riddles that drown out any obvious clue is all I receive.

Then there are those moments of silence that stings like the venomous wave that is now my grief for him while I’m wrapped tightly in seaweed that gets tighter every time I decide it’s time for this love or obsession for you to end.

It was too good to be true. Will it be the same if I actually found you?

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PS: You make me make no sense whatsoever.