Grinner

Sometimes.. I mean actually, everytime I wake up in the morning, not one day goes by without having this pensive feeling that nobody is going to remember who I am.  Here, again looking at myself as they come to be forever broken gazing beyond the distance, at  fields where nothing grows but pain in all its unholy glory. I've learnt to come to accept this grim reality I've seen all too often for the longest time. And the closest thing to longing I'll ever feel is pain, no letters at the door, or unanswered greetings, no emails from anyone, or texting me how I am - nothing but the beautiful, deafening silence.