"I just want to be them", he says to himself after watching a movie or reading a book. The boy who's all built up and shattered at the same time. Telling himself that when he wakes up, hope will be restored, and everything will seem possible once more. Meanwhile, he is here. Somewhere in between. Vivid words in his mind, seeing inspiration floating around and wondering. Wondering how on earth could he finally erase you - every single fractionated memory of you. If only he could erase, erase everything, forever, then he could move on. Instead he lays here, with crumbled friendships and lost loves, wondering if they'd even recognise the man he is today. Do they even miss him? Perhaps they do not, because they have become as heartless as he is, as numb to the world as he ever was, and as fragile as he'd never dare to admit. He is not brave anymore. He is broken. They have broken him, and while you can be sure that he will get over it eventually, maybe even really soon, that does not change the fact that as of now - he is lost in the meadows.
