Rantings and ravings

9

Dear you,

Nothing has changed. I'm still in my prison, reeking of blackness. I'm still in my cell, with the shouting walls. I'm still trapped, but that's not the worst part.

The worst part was that I had captured the bird. I had latched onto its tail feathers and let it fly me away to the light. But I was too heavy for it. The darkness that surrounded me was too consuming.

I'm like a black hole.
I'm large and round and I steal the light. I'm a hurricane heading straight for the city. I'm a bad cell destroying the heart. I'm a bear, honing in on my frantic prey.

I am the cloud that blocks the rainbow.

I'm decided to give up. Realisation is a strange thing; I didn't realise I had given up until I actually had. I told She-who-must-not-be-named this but she yelled at me and told me to get of the phone. But that's okay, she hasn't been the same since the accident.

I think this is where I leave you now. Forever. Or at least, what you classify as forever. Forever could be a day or a second or a beat of time. It could be the fluttering of a pulse or the streaky beat of a motor.

So goodbye, forever. I will see you after forever is over.

Till forever do we part,
Rosemund Pike