Obscurity

like I was stable
as if the love was intact
even while being apart.
I continued,
to be a part of the world
so ill,as if I had never departed
in the reality of my own.
I was adapting myself
to the settings so variant
and I forgot the pain that existed
in the world of
irrationality,
and one day,
I left bidding farewell to the people
of my discern
and wrote this prose to them
from the grave I was dug in
to remind them
that I was scraped
deep down with a fresh wound
they were anonymous to.