the deluded ones [#2]

sky

january 15th, 2017

it's nearly one in the morning. the sky is still so dark, and i think you've gone to bed. we had been planning to talk for a little while, but then, the early morning took a turn for the worse.

my mother began to yell at me before slowly turning it into a lecture, and round and round we went. the words repeated over and over again like a broken record still screeching to make a point.

she made her point, and i had let you know that she'd been yelling at me. i told you to maybe go to bed because i didn't want you to stay up any later when today has already been tiring enough for you.

but, now that it's over, i find the tears flowing, and my face is just the rocks that the water cascades over. my heart does not feel cold like the gentle chill of the midnight leaves, but it is not warm like the early autumn heat.

it is grey like the natural cloudiness of my eyes, and, even though i can see color, somehow, everything begins to fade.

and, i find myself drowning in the grey, just once more, once again.