how long do i give my all; till i have nothing left? till i don't recognize myself? till im a memory of person, a shell?

everything i always wanted wasn't what i thought it would be

400 goddamn years go by, I stood on this stone of cold, where the wind and rains were my only home. 400 years went by before I could see your face, your love and heart forever glowing in its place. A heart and soul that only my father’s stars could ever align. I left it behind ...

the return home was bittersweet. the uncertainty of arrival was different this time, the chaos inside had never left, it never will