[ WP ] Lost life

For the pain in my heart to cease, I must succumb to the apathy in my brain. The two joust for control. This is nature's way of balancing things, say the cynical idealists. I wo n't be happy or sad again, but I'll survive. Henceforth, whenever I see a group of people with genuine smiles on their faces, I'll remember a time when I stood beside them. I'm estranged to joy, that most exclusive of mistresses. 
 
 Alas for my collapsible will! I am a shadow in the form of my forgotten self; I drive for miles without telling anyone where I'm going, hoping for something to find me. 
 
 It seems I'm not meant for the spark of life, though, or even a raincloud. Empty sustainability, the cruelest punishment of all.
