The person I once knew died in you.

Somewhere inside of your rock solid exterior is that person I once knew. I desperately want that person back like a distressed owner missing his dog, like a lost dog missing his owner, like a lover missing his lover, like a tree missing its leaves. I feel like the train left without me and now you've transformed into a monster and the connection is fleeting, if not already gone. They say we select the birghtest and darkest moments of our lives and call it memory. I have only memories of you at the best and memories of you at your worst. That amazing person is no longer alive. As these memories evanesce, you'll be a forgotten character.

Illusion

The transparency in their expressions. The simple discolouration in their eyes made it clear. Their disgruntled faces expressed the thorough disappointment. Empty promises. They are victims of empty words. They placed undeserving trust into these deceptive strangers. They arrived with great expectations and will leave with bitter disappointment. They fell in foolish love with the words and descriptions that formed an image of beauty. They became obsessed with this embroidered concept that held a mask which they fell irrevocably for. They heard stories about this place, amazing stories about how lives were changed and frowns rearranged. They headed off on a journey that was supposed to cure their sorrows and longing better than anything the pharmaceutical industry could provide. They deeply believed that this place would change everything that they once knew. Their life lacked meaning, colour and happiness. This place was pure illusion. The world is deceiving. False hope can sometimes be the only thing to drive human hunger and passion.