fiction
The wind whispers cold along my neck. Through torn clouds stars weep relentlessly above me. The air is thick and icy, and I start to run. Without any burden my steps cary towards the end of my world. Beneath me, countless people succumb to their nocturnal routine. They are but dots on the edge of my horizon. I jump.The world ceases. Thw wind takes me and I embrace the night, let the darkness carry me away. Deeper and deeper; downwards evermore. And the wind kisses my ear.
A moment is born.
Here I'm almost child again. A smile had worth and beauty, shape. My hand reaches out to a door. Just a quiet squeak from the aged frame is witness. I went away, though not deep, not far enough.
A coarse rock breaches in transience.
I want to scream. There she lies. Riddle blinds my sight. My thin fingers pull circles through her soul. I can feel her warmth.
I didn't want this. She left, I broke her heart. Just her silent lips are left, and as I kiss them, we are so far from life. Her kiss is transience of love. Transience of life. She left. I screamed, and her eyes scream back at me.
Why, why, why? And I hate.
Time destroys all.
I would want to die. Right here, tonight. I dreamt of angels, and sometimes I wanted to fly. Angels, take my hand and let me fly. Let me fly, my angel, and never let me go.
Or I would perish, right here, tonight.
