Sparks in the Dark

Cliff

And he will fall. 

Again. 

And again. 

The air is cool, not too cold, as I stand on this cliff my face is crisp from the air and my hair is flowing softly with the light wind that passes by. As I stand my head gets woozy and my feet begin to tingle, the thoughts of falling swallowing my brain, though I block it out and continue to stand just a little too close to the edge. 

I sit down on the soft and slightly cold grass that will eventually itch from scratching up my legs through the cut holes in my jeans, I sit ridged and sprawled out on the edge, not so much as scared of falling but being overly anxious and careful anyway, caressing the ground just to feel for divots in the ground to grab if I were to slip. 

The sun is starting to go down and the sky is painted variously with color that cascades onto the clouds making them bleed rainbows. As the sun falls the colors range out and change every minute. My favorite is when the sun bleeds red and the sky and clouds are thrown into blues, purples, and pinks. 

A melody plays in my head and I hum it softly aloud as it fades in and out of sound from the wind. My feelings are built up into my chest though I don't want to show them. I sit with all of these power feelings in my ribcage causing pressure, like the weight is going to break me. 

*murmurs* "I love the thought of being with you, or maybe its the thought of not being so alone.."

My chest aches and it feels so twisted on the inside. I miss them and I wish I knew what they were thinking and feeling and I hope they're doing good and okay and. 

I miss you. 

"Your just a peach, scone. A peach scone."