vividly-monochrome

Nothing but a faded memory, a vision in my past. I close my eyes, but the sight of you won't last. Like a dream, you pursue me whenever my mind shuts down. I try to remember those sweet times when you were around. Reaching out to you is like reaching through vapour: the image looks so real, yet it gets punched through like paper. Bound to memories best left forgotten, I'm left wandering like a wraith. I'm trying to find my release but I constantly fear I'm too late. You're merely a shroud of my past. Release me, I beg of you. I need to know that I am free again so that I can make it through. Through what, you may ask me,