morningchill

You were right What you said to me     that day About how     I live in my own world How     I let no one in It's true     I'll admit that Letting them in Takes a lot out     of me. But you missed     the most important thing. That you     made it deeper          than all the others               put together.

 She was falling. Falling freely, flailing, into-an-abyss falling. It wasn't like gravity.  It was like floating, in a downward direction, but still getting that churning feeling in the pit of the stomach.   Falling. And it wouldn't be so bad, were it not for that abyss. An empty hole to complicate things.  She was falling, certainly, but to where?  There was no end in sight, and she had been falling for so long she couldn't remember where or how it began. Why. Why was the more important question here.  The catalyst. That would answer everything. But the nature of the abyss is to swallow everything, to destroy any vestige of a

11:04 PM.     I should be sleeping, but instead I'm listening to the sound of crickets and feeling the staleness of immobile air. The evenings didn't always taste like this, bittersweet.     Last night you kissed me (or so my sleeping mind surmised). That current awoke me, but having done so left me with a deep ache. Those touches were electric.     Few other times in my life have I ever felt that way.     Remember that cold autumn night wrapped in a dozen blankets on your lawn?     I'm lying in wait, hoping to pounce when the moment is right. But it seems the moment will never be right, and when it is so much time will have passed