The darkness consumes

As it seems, I’m alone in the endless darkness which we call life. Loving what I can not have has withered away at the soul more than one can understand, unless they themselves have taken this lonely journey. The only small flicker of light that brings happiness to this dark soul comes in the forum of black boots wrapped around my feet as I manoeuver through the urban terrain. Even this becomes engulfed with thoughts of her leading the mind astray. This distraction, as it has become, alters the mood in a wonderful but yet horrible way.