And then there was me...

To you, 

The wanderers of this world, who inadvertently come across this page, know this.

I am, but a shadow of a man.

A Samson without hair.

A king without queen

A fool with a bag of illusions.

A sadman with memories

Not too long ago, I thrown a long rope that landed way  beyond the Ural Mountains.

For sometime, it was being hold by someone who dreamt of a better tomorrow.

Someone who was willing to believe.

But one day, reality kicked in... and I was left alone.

Desperate I tried to find the path of the rope to find the whereabouts, but the rope was loose.

No one was holding it on the other side

No one was there to hold it.

To make the matter worse, a thick and dark fog plummet on the earth, leaving me clueless of where to go.

I pulled the rope, and the rope came, little by little, it came.

There was no point following the rope, all I could do now, was pull it.

And then, there was only me, pulling the rope, with each pull I was taking down memory by memory. 

For each memory I was stabbing my my heart.

It is a heart breaking moment.

For in that person, I saw the smile that nurtured my spirit.

A spirit that now fades... longing to see the path to happiness.

But,

All I see is the fog, and all I have is a rope, that I pull everyday, in the hope that someone will catch it.

In the dark, in the cold, for now, there is only me and my rope.

With each loose I give it, I unwind a memory and I feel a hole with tears.

We'll meet again...

Don't know where, don't know when...

But for now, there is only me, pulling the rope.