The Closing at the Night - WIP

Once again I'm brought back to alertness by the chiming of my phone -- once again the night has swept past me through the darkness I've surrounded myself in, save for the light of a small screen. There is no window, least the cold would creep in and further chill a heart that has been losing heat. Daylight has escaped my eyes and time has loosen its hold on my mind, all I see is the dark room and the light of the small screen.

The screen: a window, and a door, a book filled with empty pages like sheets that my soul can slide between and for a mere moment find a solace to break apart and unravel. My mind follows, as it is the only moment where it can break down in the safety that it can do so alone.

All I can bring myself to do is break and write, then break my writing with words I must hand craft to try and describe what is before the breaking shatters my senses.

A word to describe a notion, a sentence a sparkle I catch in a light blue eye. A paragraph to remind myself how grace envelopes her as her feet softly tap a rhythm, a story to capture how she smiles. A whole world created, yet it can contain as much beauty, depth, or life I have found contained in such as her. She inspires more than aware of, and those that know only know so much, yet how can I convey that level of inspiration?

how pathetic

yet, so tired

I hear the birds as I take a yawn; while I wish to see the day, what all does it really hold for me right now?

I miss rest, I miss peace of mind

I miss... her

My mind begins to fade as the darkness does to the new dawn

I'll see the light again

for now

let me break into this darkness.

Reviews

[Kaela]

I can relate to this piece. :D

[Caitlin Lea]

I think this is pretty interesting, simply for the variation in line lengths as you get farther in. Quite dramatic in its way.

Some interesting images here...I think you've overall done a very nice job of portraying things in a way I can understand-- in a way that brings pictures to my mind. :D

Good draft. Interesting musings.