Outside

There aren't any exits.

Sometimes I don't feel like there's life outside my room.
That outside my door is just empty space.
That if I tried to escape I would fall into the infinite universe, knowing
nothing, feeling everything.
I can't speak. And the vibrance and happiness that once breathed to life in my room
is gone, and all that I see is memories.
Big, small,
meaningful, pointless,
happy, sad,
embarassing, embracing.
They echo in my head like a video taken of my entire life,
and perhaps I'll never sleep again.
I wanna live those moments,
I miss them.
Even the bad ones, I can't help but acknowledge the importance.
That I understand now, and will never look at them the same way.
I'm tired of the sunset, things ending. I need a sunrise, I need new beginnings.
Things that well put out the everlasting flame. Yet, can anything hold that power?

The smell of cold air fills my lungs, surging through every vain in my body 
a presence. The scent of a rose. A small pink rose, and the mix of cold air, seem
blaze in my body, hitting all weaknesses and making them strong, freezing them in air.
What's this? A slight sense of a better tomorrow. Hope. The one feeling I was
searching for, even in the lightest and smallest amount ever so powerful.

Comfort.

Author's Note

Ah, yet another feeling.

Reviews

[Vanessa]

I think I remember you reading me this one. Maybe....

I don't really remember. But itdoes sound familiar. So.... I hate it. JUST KIDDING!!!!
I really do lke this, actually. Haha, I must have scared you.