Love is always a world away.Either you sell your soul up frontor give it freely for an unattainable need--regardless, the smiles fade into obscurity.Your lips may drip or bend, like awillow tree in a lonesome field,hoping to hear wisdom in the breeze.How do you come out unbroken whenindigo shadows carry you far away?They blind you in your silencecoercing wispy, imposters in your day.Thoughts invade your imagination,tickling your quest for peace,forcing red around your heartsending up a frantic fleet.How do you press on whenyou cared more than ever before,the hurt gaining strength andconstantly reminding youof all you have lost?Numbing distractions, avoidance,they are the easy path.Embrace the pain you've earned,push on, the ache, can't surely last.