I'm tired of being alone.
This year is an endless expanse that stretches before me.
It stretches before me in chaos, everything is falling apart before my eyes.
Alone.
Who could have followed that word to its end? Who could have swallowed its proportions and lived to survive?
Not I.
Alone.
It's a deadly thing, it crushes my heart, squeezes it into a shape smaller than a drop of rain, a tear, and will not let go.
If I gave up, would it leave? If I fell, would it look on, masked in indifference and shadowed pain, and do nothing at all? If I left, would the world be here, still waiting, or crumble without me?
I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to see. But I don't know if I'm strong enough to stay, either.
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