*You stare at the stars every night, wishing for something better. People think it's weird but it's so much more*
you know?
half of me enjoys it here.
living in a world like this.
half of me enjoys the late night walks and the fading cigarettes between my fingers.
i enjoy the weightless atmosphere of loneliness sometimes.
half of me believes life here is somewhat manageable,
maybe even something some day i could enjoy.
i just cant help but stare at the stars at 3am and wonder,
does half of me wish i was there?
it does.
the other half wishes I could be one of those stars,
no worries,
no pain.
no more waiting up for happiness that didn't even exist in the first place.
it'd all be over,
i would be free from the shackles of my existence,
the burden of my breathing could be lifted.
i want that.
which is why I am here.
sitting on the edge of a bridge,
legs swinging in perfect rhythm to the wind.
my mangled breaths disguising the howling wind into soft whispers, intertwining with my distant thoughts.
my chest hitches forward for the last time as the exasperating weight is tarnished from my shoulders and I drift off peacefully,
dreaming of the stars.
A/N ~ I've switched to *lower case* and I've started putting the prompts I use at the top of the chapter so yeah, sorry for not updating in nearly a month I should have a schedule soon enough : )
