dark

nobody "gets" it

The air is cold, the darkness only making it more so. I feel oddly detatched as I lay there, next to the open window, peering out and down into the unwelcoming streets below.

 

   A man walks, hunched under his load of sorrows, hardships, and bittersweet memories. His creased features are illuminated by a streetlight flickering, wavering, then completely going out, only to unsteadily flicker on again. A figure, a mere boy by the looks of it, sits on the chilled, cement steps of a public library, staring down at an unknown something clutched in his hand. What could he possibly be thinking?

 

   In an alley behind the forementioned library, a homeless body sleeps. Trapped inside it is a bright and burning soul, wanting to be freed and forgiven. The curtains whisper quietly as a gentle wind stirs the otherwise still room. How many others would feel the same breeze? How many woukd have the chance of coming into a story, where they could all live and shine?

 

   I see stars of inspiration scattered across the clear, black sky, as if they were precious jewels carelessly tossed aside. I am drawn to them. Millions slept unnoticed in these strange lands of imagination until my awareness awakens them, and my fingers fly.  

 

 

Author's Note

I think I amputated most of my run-ons...