Running away from Reality

Towards Reality

I feel the reality burn me, blisters turning angry red on my skin. I can't cry as I see my logic bury the lifeless body of my dreams. My throat aches with an unknown emotion. What is it? Rage, disappointment, despair- I don't know, I can't fathom. Stomach churns and something gets caught in my throat. I want to throw up but the lack of air doesn't let me. This cold is burning me. I sit down looking at the rotting body of my dreams. The urge of touching her long soft locks makes my fingers itch. Instead I laugh. I laugh like a lunatic into the icy cold air of the night. I laugh because I have been a fool to be waiting for dawn. I am a fool because I thought the wind will understand me. Instead it summoned a storm. I laugh and I laugh and I laugh. My stomach hurts. I look at her face again. Her eyes open, lifeless but still so full of hope. Fool. That's what she is. I run my fingers against her sunken cheeks and close her eyelids. That's the end of this chapter.
The end of my dreams.
The end of my teens full of fantasy.
I get up, turning back. Facing reality. Looking into her cruel cold eyes.
This is the end of my running away from her. I have been on a run all my teens-- carrying my dreams safely in the crook of my neck, protecting her from reality. She is dead today.
So I face reality now and take a step towards my youth, my twenties, my reality.