16.12.14

I woke just after the sun set.

When the world seemed to have had enough

of throwing the brilliant fiery oranges

and all colour had drained away,

leaving a duller grey imitation of the world.

Outside, a lone cicada chirped it sorrows to the thrum of the highway.

 

I got up.

Forcing my sleep heavy body out of bed

and into some decent clothes.

My eyes preferred closed to open

as I stumbled around my room,

lamenting over the kink in my neck.

The sky had darkened further, and slowly I required more light for my efforts.

 

I watched.

My eyes finally understood

that I preferred them open,

and I watched the draining light.

Such a strange activity would be met with criticism,

how could one stand there,

wasting everyone’s precious time.

But in this dull grey imitation,

I felt I didn’t need to care.

So I watched my once bright vibrant colours being replaced with darker hues,

as the cicada left the now lonely highway,

as the birds stopped calling their irritation with each other,

as the world stilled " heaving a sigh of relief.