Torn.

I've just been through the darknest of nights with dawn no where in sight. They promised; the darknest hour is always before dawn. They promised.

Standing where I am now, I see no vestige of light. It's blackness all around and a frosty iciness that chills my bones, freezes over blood, stops my heart. But the world carries on all around; hours, minutes, seconds, passing by obliviously. Uncaringly.

I feel torn. Like a part of me has withered and died.

Incoherency's taking over. All I can say is, I'm sorry and I just want to be happy again.

Busy like a bee.

Night falls and I'm walking alone, with nothing but a faint happiness that flits through me quickly, like butterflies fluttering among fields of brilliant yellow sunflowers. Touch and go, yet perpetual and ubiquitous in some odd way.

And with each day that passes, it slowly ebbs away.