I dont know the questiondescending like a bird in flight, yet creeping like a hunter..
The all encompassing, all familiar, all regretful feeling of being completely and utterly alone.
Block out the silence, it screams louder than any noise
When there is no where to run.. no crevice left untouched, no stone left unturned
no dark recess of the mind has not been shone on
all that is left are the thoughts
broken and shattered, now simply fragments of the imagination. No longer tangibly real
Whispering their dirty secrets, of lives past and forgotten
No matter how far you run, there you'll be
still waiting, all knowing, all seeing...
But never any wiser.
Knowing the answer doesn't mean knowing the question.