I keep waiting for a thing that never comes.

  I have felt summer drain the life from my skin with copious amounts of perspiration.

  I have felt a frustration that leads me to crunch my bones like autumn leaves.

  I have felt the bitter cold of winter stealing my breath.

  I have felt spring use my own body against me.

  I have been waiting and waiting and hoping and dreaming that you will arrive.

  It's because of you, isn't it?

  Answer me. You left me like the rest of them. You have a little cult you call a shadow. They make a graveyard appear cheerful.

  I hate spring. I hate summer. I hate winter. I hate fall.

  I can't hate you.

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  Everything keeps slipping from my fingers, hands, and toes. I kneel. I beg on them. I am a lowly creature that forever crawls on all fours.

  My everything is now nothing. Your nothing is now everything.

  I never told you about this crushing weight. I never told you about the regret. I never told you about the everything that disintegrates like sand.

  I am the sky.

  You are the ground.

  When the universe began, we met. We had certain fancies and explosive moments where we collided.

  Now, we are separated.

  I became one with a void of glimmering stars. You became one with the comfort of delusion- a fear so strong that you couldn't imagine a different world. And when you look to the sky, you can only see all those glittering diamonds. You see different worlds.

  Perhaps some where the seasons didn't make me wait.

  Perhaps some where the sky and Earth still met.

  Perhaps some where we weren't so different.

  I remember a simple pain of being ignored, discarded, replaced.

  We were never met to meet.

  You are a mallet. I am a shard of glass.

  You hurt and destroy and invade.

  I am brittle and weak and shatter.

  However, you will stay a mallet, a destroyer of worlds.

  Glass can be an art.

  Glass can be a way of seeing the world.

  Glass can show the reflection of what you truly are.

  Glass is truth, and it was time it returned the favor.

  The sky is the world's oxygen. It is your way of life. Earth is simply another speck in the collection of the universe.

  So, while you sit and wait in your little world, assaulted by all four seasons; just remember, you are nothing.