For the Wind
I have no clue how many times that this story will fit me but I think that there is just one single time that I may rather step in rather than let it slip from me.

I saw his face next to hers. It didn't really bother me so much as it did pick at a scab made by this new betrayal. His girlfriend was in the hospital, breathing her last breathes. Again, I wondered why the people I knew hooked up to hurt. Their scars felt like nothing when I remember being left alone for their happiness and I let them. It was nothing to what they had done. Even if I'm blunt, there is a limit to reasons.
Again, he kissed her. I considered throwing up. Please, that won't fix things. It's their own suppose 'happily ever after.' Let them cause it to crumble.
I turned from them, sensing her calling for me, wanting to talk to me. She thought I felt pain at seeing them together. All I felt was the numbness reaching through my soul. Amazingly, I lost my connection to her, this cursed anchor that has tugged on my ankle for at least two years. I continued my way and felt free with an imaginary wind blowing my way.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.07.2011

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