What is this place?

An endless fog that reaches to the horizon.

This can't be right.

There has to be something more.

I reach out into the abyss, but I feel nothing.

I take a step.

I take another step.

I start running, yet it's all still empty.

I try to scream, but I can't make a sound.

I try to grip my throat, but it's as if nothing is there.

I feel for my face, but somehow I can't find it.

I look down for my hands, but I have none.

I have no torso,

no legs, no feet.

I drop to the ground in desolation.

I am nothing!

Nothing is different. Nothing is changing.

Everything is empty..

Noun | Meaning: Someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

The amorist writes and dreams for something just out of reach;

the love that is fueled by desire and innocence.

They are unaware of the pain that love brings.

The amorist is naive and welcomes this new passion with open arms.

For once in a lifetime, the amorist feels seen.

For once the amorist’s dreams have become real,

but soon enough they go back to dreams.

The amorist discovers that sometimes dreams are not meant to be,

and that love is rarely everlasting.

The amorist writes for the dream,

the real and unreal, and a love that could’ve been.

Etched into paper are the dreams that could be and the love that will never last.