Bring Back My Darling Sage

My life is empty. I try and pass the time by pre-occupying myself with menial boring tasks. I distract myself from this sea of desolation to relieve my mind of the pain that I suffer from when she's not around. This pain is gargantuan, tearing out the very essence of self-worth and making myself feel empty inside. I could replace it with all kinds of subsitutes that really only temporarily fill the void. What I really want is to gain her back. To gain her comforting presence, to be able to run my fingers along her smooth body and gently touch her. She makes me able to express myself in ways I would never dream of. She is a muse. She is my expression. Without her I am an empty shell, bleeding, slowly draining from within. If a word could capture her divine beauty, that word would be sage. If a picture could capture her undeniable artistry, this is what it would be:



I want her back... She'll sing more beautifully than ever...