15.11/22
When it hit, I moved out of the way.
Avoid.
It turns and runs after my back, while I am turned, distracted by exhilaration.
How dare I press pause on the loud noises and enjoy the music, the melody of content.
It hit my back unexpectedly and achingly.
Falling to the ground, out of breath I reach out to grab anything to stay up. I knew I could stop it with silver before, the heavy metal.
Tears of blood drip as I am finally standing. Is it over? A moment of disbelief comes over me.
Without warning the ache once again gets the best of me.. I reach for the sharpness of spring but its leaving me behind.
I reach to the other side of the counter and snowflakes softly fall on my face.
The soft white for a short winter breeze made me light as a feather.
I am a mess, no self control. Where is the discipline?
I return back to falling, now I am sure I have to hit the bottom of this dark oblivion I'm disappearing into.
Voices screeching behind me only confirm growing wings isn't a possibility.
Suddenly she shows her face. I am staring into the dark, desolate eyes of hers just waiting for me to give up so she can take everything I've ever worked for and turn it into this obscurity we are falling though.
Tears feel frustrating and hopeless.
I wake up.
I am awake, yet still feel asleep.
I am my fourteen year old self pretending to belong in this body of 20.
How am I supposed to go back to the real world phenomenon when I've stared into the eyes of death herself?
Life is funny - music eases it, stops it.
The melodic screams of the singers who sing my truth - I find heartbreaking.
I can only wish life can be again filled with colors but hope breeds eternal misery, doesn't it?
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At night I fall back to the oblivion.
Hoping, wishing I could stay forever.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poesía(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
