Awakening

There are times when the world turns into a stranger. Voices you can't hear, looking without seeing, talking without speaking, breathing without living. Those cold shivers while the sun is bright. Burning up like fire, while snow settles all around. A heart beating for a body long gone.

Why does the sun shine? Why do the birds sing? Why do the trees sway to that mournful, hollow beating of these lonely hearts? Why does the sky seem like a mere reflection of your eyes? Why are the stars so beautiful? Why does it feel like the day is ending while the sun still rises? Why is the moon so beautiful but still so lonely? Why does the world seem at the brink of collapsing, when it has just been reborn? Why are the birds calling out to our hearts? Why do they sing in innocence, while we fill our souls with sorrow? Why is every breath so clear, yet so brutal? Is it meant to be like this? Why is the sun setting? Don't leave me in darkness. Don't leave me here.

Infinite questions, no answers. Who knows the reasons?

The sun is setting, but it is time to be aroused from this long slumber.

Rise.

Awaken.

Author's Note

Okay, I just wrote this in my diary, could you please tell me what you think of it? Remember I'm only 14, so please, no hate. If you have criticism, I'll except that with open arms.