Purgatory

A One Shot

“You okay?”

 

My fingers hover over the keyboard, itching to type but nothing to write. Somewhere between seeing stars in everyone’s eyes and black holes in mine, staring up at an empty canvas or prison cell ceiling, wanting everything I missed back and wanting to run away from the same things. Wind brushes through the palm trees nowhere near the sea and fairy lights shine in the pale evening light, my mind stagnant yet wandering, wondering about everything and nothing at the same time.  A simple smile with salted tear icing.

 

“I’m in the purgatory of moods.”