SinkingSunlight

Tick tock goes the clock, Listen closely as your heart slows down. With the motions of emotions. With the deadly last words of hello.

Prologue It is when the day is as beautiful as this that my longing to be set free becomes almost unbearable. My mother swears it's for my own good that I be locked away, my window high above a distance I can reasonably jump from and escape. If the moment ever presented itself, I would surely take it despite all the repercussions it may instill. For life as it stands is no life at all; it is rather more like a faint memory etched in someone else s mind. Tonight is our annual ball in which I will be presented to stand idly by and watch as others dance upon the polished floors in humble amusement. I will do so with resignation and then conti

Am I without purpose when there's no one attatched at the side. No set of lips perfectly intertwined. For I feel cold and alone as body heat drifts away. Winds keep blowing in and I find I have to shield my own face. Distance draws ever closer as a mirror shows images not my own. Hands grip at air, becoming rigid like stone. I feel but am unfelt, undesired and untaken. Is this what living is supposed to be, forever trapped and clearly shaken. No hand is pulling me up from the place I've fallen, tripping over my own feet. Dust filled eyes cloud my vision and the world remains unseen. Stumbling forward day by day, I search tirelessly for s

I'm falling apart piece by piece, starting from the center and working my way out. Heart torn out and thrown aside, I watch it bleed and fall motionless. My lungs punctured and vocals chords left with a muffled scream. Bones hollowed out and burned like firewood with smoky ashes grappling with the sky. Muscles meaty and useless, the brain just the same. Skin stretched like a transparent screen, raised up to the sun. Fingers cold and lonely, holding onto thin air. Feet broken off, a marker of where I once stood. Tongue a dead weight filled with unspoken murmurs. Ears longing, but falling on frigid silence. Eyes, glassy reflections of

What do you do when you're falling off the edge and there's no one there to catch you? Do you think up something clever for a last phrase of mind? Do you say something profound and inspiring or are you too afraid to even think? Seconds pass like minutes as you're waitless in the air. Do you think about your lost keys or the birds flying high above you? Do you think about your family or the friends you haven't spoken to in years? You won't see the end but you grasp onto a small bit of hope that you won't feel it. The pain shooting through your bones as if death wasn't enough. Nothing is ever easy and life is unforgiving, dreams forever