Feeling remorseful....

It has been a slow dread of days yet the months pass rapidly through the summer. Reminders of an love interest surfaces to the top of my own ocean. For the girl who remain anonymous, who I thought was similar to me. Movies shows within my mind, over and over as if it was propaganda forcing me to take part to a task that had no relation to me. After several months, I realized...again...that I was wrong, graceless and sick! I have lost someone who was related to Marquis but not his depression. Sadly our bond has died and yet I still wonder for hope as if I can recover what we once had...I know deep down that this could never happen. I can only hope that she has a better existence than I will ever have and she will fulfill life as wishes and desires come to promise. But I must also get over her face...her charm, which I still carry to this very day. But this lullaby isn't easy to fall a sleep to. I must find another like me...it doesn't has to be akin to me but an intellectual. There aren't any upon this mass grassland...maybe If I ventured to the seaside..maybe there...I'd find my January heart...