There was nothing there. No color, no sound, no nothing. Just the thoughts. Just, the words and the looks and the plain goodbyes. I could feel myself fading into pure rubber. Jumping from memory to memory like a reflecting light. But, there was no light. There was only water. It's depth choking me, suffocating me. And I let it. I accepted it with open arms because that is what the world teaches you to do. Reflections shine in the translucent crystal, and worthlessness emerges from the dark. I feel my teeth crumbling. Grain by grain, they vanish. Beauty disappearing.
Graying hair loosens, fair skin shrinks, and I am gone.
Gone because their screams enveloped me.
Gone because the 'me' I was yesterday, will never appear again.
Gone because, that pure reflection has evaporated, and all that is left, is my being.
As I stare into the immortal glass, crinkles embrace my eyes, and I truly am gone. But, the difference today is, that I don't feel like liquid is strangling me. I don't feel it's arms igniting miseries. All I feel, is the growing, yellow breeze, that entangles itself in my hair, like mad volcanoes, kissing beneath the endless moon.
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