Together

I have wandered, for so very long.

I have formed friendships that we thought strong enough to stand the test of time. We acted as one. We played together, we sang together, but most importantly, we were together. We were young, we were naive, but we were together...

We laughed, we cried, we would do anything for each other. That was so very long ago. It has been two thousand years, yet it feels as if it was just yesterday that we were sitting around our beautiful oak wood table, telling tales of conquest and laughing heartily.

I no longer find comfort in these memories.

When I was young, in the desert, my father had told me that like the sands, life is fluent, and ever changing. Old landmarks fade away, and new ones take their place. He was only half right.

I watched my friends, my joy, and my hope fade away...crumbling to dust before me.



I sit here now, in my old age, wishing for the sweet release that they were met with, I find no such refuge. I sit here, with a knife through my chest, yet still I continue breathing. Why? Why will it not release me from my suffering? My body cannot die, but each and every time my friends have passed, I have died inside, yet still I live.


I just.. want to be together again.