When the music is replaced by the chorus of birds singing the lullaby of my surroundings and my eyes are opened into sunset, the cool breeze welcomes me back to the typical summers evening like an old friend. Whereas the harsh reality notifies me of its presence with a short sharp dagger through the heart which makes me gasp once.
As a solid drop of clear liquid acid makes its way down this smooth surface a soft touch strokes across my cheek to dismiss the pain.
To sooth me, unfamiliar textures greet my lips with a kind embrace forcing my heart into a vast pace.
The sensation calms me momentarily. But once it stops the threshold is back. My heart steadies to its uneven pace once again. Although I know this can’t last forever the ache in my weak body can be so overwhelming; I need to find a way out of this maze of misery.
The humour of being trapped is starting to wear off and laughter is turning into tears of sadness.
After all one day the last petal shall fall and no rain shall follow its path, new life not created. As was shown in a similar situation last spring. Salty pearls shall be shed from the eyes of whom was left behind, wondering what could have been, how they could have helped when really there was no chance of saving me.
But until then, anger and fear will continue to fill the gaps where smiles and happiness were intended. People say it all works out in the end but I’ll get back to you on that opinion when I’ve got my verdict.
My life’s experiences have been limited so far as I am only young of age. Only time will tell how long I have but when it happens it will surely have a good enough reason for taking my life at this time. I hope.
