Desolation

For a long time, I have loved reading this way, because it gives me such a vibrant world to lose myself in.

A world without me, and without you.

Only other people's sorrows, other people's pain. There is no self, and yet it is all myself.

I see the people in the books, and see myself in them.

Tears stream down my face.

These memories feel like forgotten corners of my mind, left quietly to grow wild for so long.

With these short stories from the past, I bid farewell to my youth, now gone.