Standing in the debris of my broken soul I see muted lights
in the horizon. The lights are beckoning me towards themselves. As I run towards
them I stumble and jag my feet on the remaining of my dreams. Surrounded with
grey mist, swirling around me is dust and ashes. Torn pages filled with words
of remorse and sorrow littering my path. I run towards the light. The light
fade a little more as I try to catch it. I feel as if I am chasing the Sun, the
Moon and the stars all at once.
What has happened all of a sudden? Why am I craving for the
warmth and the light when I chose this cold darkness? Why I want laughter and
sound of music to fill the empty spaces when I embraced this silence so dearly?
The light is so far far away and I can't run any more. My bloody footprints are
lost in the dark and the only trace of the suffering left is the pain I can
feel and the scars I bear.
Light is so far far away. I will chase it tomorrow I think.
I will chase it some other time.
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