Short Stories

Alone

Wrote this quote a while ago, I don't know why I didn't update it. But here you are.

-sky

Lost. In a world of seven billion and yet isolation seems to be the root of your position.

Remorse. The need to be there and yet still feel as though you're not.

Baffled. Where do you stand on this ball of corruption?

Who are you?

Stuck in the maze of the never ending doors, pick one that leads to the effect of your choice. But what if... is all we can say afterwards.

How do you understand?

The essential need to know, to try, to make it work and still be pushed away as though you hold no importance, despite knowing that you hold some - doesn't seem like enough, especially when you wish they would understand that all you want to do is be there. But they don't want that. But what they do is bottle it up and vent it through ways that you cannot possibly fathom. Why? Because you wouldn't do it. But it seems so easy for them it kills
You!

At first you don't push. Though, once it's slowly revealed bit by bit, shreds of hints that make no sense but you have to make do, do you slowly press for more.

That's when it takes place.

That's when you jump for risks.

That's when you lose yourself.

And you don't even realise.

Emotions all at once attacking you from every corner and side, but it's such a thrill you don't want it to stop. The rush of the unknown urging you to go on and never dare to look back.

It's not out of blinded love but it's not out of the need to prove either.

It's out of fascination; out of admiration; blinded by the unknown.

To be in the moment than to think of the future is all it is.

To be drunk in adventure than to drown in curiosity.

To learn each step of the way only to meet a wall of the crowd.

To stop you from going further on.

To watch him walk away alone with no hand to offer, as if you were never there at all.

To regret once it's over and wonder the worth of all that you sacrificed, and for what? For someone, someone who you thought was special and a pull that's now snapped because you got too close.

Too close, huh.

That's funny, it feels like you weren't even close at all, not anymore. Where was the bond? Was there even a bond?

You replay the moments and smile to yourself like there was. But what about the other times? There wasn't always those moments, sometimes there was nothing.

Even then you make it out like there was because you don't want to lose those memories.

Aftermath: wishes, imagination, dreams; all resorting to hope.

Nothing more than to see the cheeky smile, to hear the unfathomable words of experience whether or not you understand but go along with anyways, to feel a shred of enlightenment even though it shoves you back down to the root of misery.