holding on ... to not drift away
it has been weeks. her heart has never been this heavy. a sight of the single name felt like a stab to the heart. she smiled. she frowned. she started to get all sweaty. her heart beats a million drums. she feels like falling into a deep abyss without ever reaching the ground.
things happened. assumptions made. but the truth lies nowhere within the conscious mind. if only words are better spoken. if only the eyes can see. if only this hands can feel the warmth of the skin.
she felt hollow. empty. love, like life, drained out of her. but no matter how much it drained out, her heart is still heavy.
she walked in the middle of the hot sun. she have the strength the look up and fight for the sight of the strong fierce sun. but not the ability to move on, let go, and forget about the beloved. the pain is worst that the piercing heat. worst than heavy drops of rain.
she stopped and hold the railing. she looked down towards the large drain. if only troubles in life are easily washable. her grip tighten. and drop of tear fell on her warm hands. but the iron railing felt cold. she started to tremble as the tears ran down her cheeks. how heavy can her heart get? her head started to spin. round and round without direction. visions are clear but she can see nothing ahead. she just stood there crying. not letting go of the railing. not wiping her tears. just there. crying. all alone.
and for a moment. it all stop. like sudden rain from a single black cloud. the water in the large drain still flows endlessly. she held on to the railing. trying to not drift away. because even if she did. she had nowhere to drift away to.
things happened. assumptions made. but the truth lies nowhere within the conscious mind. if only words are better spoken. if only the eyes can see. if only this hands can feel the warmth of the skin.
she felt hollow. empty. love, like life, drained out of her. but no matter how much it drained out, her heart is still heavy.
she walked in the middle of the hot sun. she have the strength the look up and fight for the sight of the strong fierce sun. but not the ability to move on, let go, and forget about the beloved. the pain is worst that the piercing heat. worst than heavy drops of rain.
she stopped and hold the railing. she looked down towards the large drain. if only troubles in life are easily washable. her grip tighten. and drop of tear fell on her warm hands. but the iron railing felt cold. she started to tremble as the tears ran down her cheeks. how heavy can her heart get? her head started to spin. round and round without direction. visions are clear but she can see nothing ahead. she just stood there crying. not letting go of the railing. not wiping her tears. just there. crying. all alone.
and for a moment. it all stop. like sudden rain from a single black cloud. the water in the large drain still flows endlessly. she held on to the railing. trying to not drift away. because even if she did. she had nowhere to drift away to.
posted by *cosmic freak* @ 8:41 PM
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