The Dream is over

The Dream is over.

I follow with my heart, obeying my vices & pleasures a slave to my pitiful desires in search of what exactly? Someone who’s heart is good, likeminded, betrays me not, or my trust. In due course, I find someone that fits that bill. We look forward to and experience pleasures so deep and raw and unbridled knowing few if no boundaries as if the devil was dancing in our souls right along with us to the music playing in our hearts. Gifts given, other worlds explored to points beyond return.
And as if something unraveled, or snapped in two in a flash all passions suddenly grows very cold. Like termites eating away at a structure from within slowly rotting away over time in the form of half-truths and mistrusting and requisite self-loathing. Am I a simple fool to ask myself why? No allowance for tears, the stains upon my person will be hard to scrub away. Over time inevitably the buzzards will pick the corpse clean and will move on. A lesson for us all, we all must move on through life, one foot in front of the other like learning to walk again not looking back for it’s blinding to our eyes.