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As I wake again, for the third time this night, I see black nothingness around me. If I was not so tired I might worry, might care, but I dont, so slowly I drop off back to sleep. My mind thinks of someone, and my heart beats faster and my breath is no longer rythmic. I wake again and sigh - always always i am thinking about my love. Never does my tired mind stop. I stand, swaying, still very much asleep, and walk over the clothes and books strewn over my bedroom floor. Something moves in the darkness, an imense, black something crawling towards me. Too tired to be scared, I continue on my way to the door, which seems to be always growing farther from me no matter how much I move. Franticly I try to move faster and I collide with something. Trickling down my forehead, i feel my blood make a swirling path down my face. It reminds me of a talk I had with my father after I yet again got in a fight with mother. "Be like liquid" he informed me. "A liquid can be a trickle of water, traveling the past of least resistance, or it can be a tsunami, destroying all in it's path" I sway as my mind remembers this, and slowly, as if I'm dreaming, I fall to the floor...
 Daine Salmalin · Sat Jun 18, 2005 @ 02:16pm · 5 Comments |
