There are crickets chirping around me . The night sky is only blue the little white flecks of stars filling it . I'm sitting on a wooden swing that is hung on a large oak tree . I can feel the rough edges of the rope against my palms . The air is cool but not cold .
But something is missing
I get up from my swing and I walk into the tall grass that surrounds the tree . With each step fireflies scatter into the air
Another step
And another
And another
Until I am running , searching for what's missing
The fireflies swarm into the air as if they are joining the stars they trail behind me
And I run
And run
And run
And before I knew it
I was back at the tree but instead of just one swing
There are two
And now I know what's missing
It's not a thing , or an object , or a feeling
No the thing that was missing
Was a person
I was stuck by this feeling of loneliness , and now the night air was cold it froze me to my bones the fireflies all went dark
I was alone
It was dark and cold and I was alone and all I could about was the one person I want
To talk to the most
Isn't there
And I don't know where they went , is it my fault they aren't here ? Or am I alone again
Like I was before
I sit back down on the swing and stare at the one next to it
At least the fireflies are still here , but when I look up they're gone too
And all I can do is look up to the moon , the only light left in this dark , dark place
And ask
" where has it all gone ?"
YOU ARE READING
For now ... I will be ok
Short StoryI've been going through it lately so i wrote this to help me feel better, sometimes the best way to find joy is to look for it in moments that don't truly exist Moments that you crate out of the depths of your mind because , the real world is too...
