Year of the Purple Hyacinth

I know what it’s like to be completely alone. Many moons spent bargaining with the stars. “Bring them back to me”, a single voice waning out into the fields of light. It became a constant. Endless days of candy, forcing down tears aching to fall. Red eyes gazed back into me; unaware of what was left to endure. And trouble did follow, forlorn in its path. Glimpsing streaks of light through cracks was the only release during those days. Turmoil my only companion. Years of denial for being cast aside, “was it always just me?”. Words cold to the touch, feigning joy through the madness. Facts were all a ruse. Sure, it took a while to see it. Still you can’t blame my anger with the world for its lack of nuance. It truly is never clear until you leave, and the sadness sets in. Nowadays the rain is torrential, the fear never lets up. But in the end, I understand I am who I've always been. Although this body may not be mine, It is with these lungs I breathe, this heart that beats. During this era of disarray we only have each other, and forever in my dreams we’ll remain. Acceptance of reality tends to reveal itself too soon.