As It Once Was

"I'm sorry." I whisper to the wind outside my bedroom window. It didn't care. No one did. It just kept moving. In a continuum. Searching for something that wasn't there.

I didn't stop too breathe, think or wait. I was tired of waiting for the inevitable.
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Nothing and everything changed that day. But it didn't matter. I was a cluster of stars without a constellation. I laid there, in my front yard, in the stars, in the nowhere in between, wishing. Wishing that, that would be the end.