LostForAllTime

The forest eaves so dark and teeming with life to the mountains reaching new heights, yet where can I lay? Upon the waves of deep blue water to the plains far inland, where does my place reside. In a city so dusty with age and the crimes committed incrusted into the streets themselves, where can I find respite? Even amongst the people of whom I grew up with, I am cast aside with nothing more than a glance at those better suited to relate with. What life is worth living when nothing is there to live for. A whisper through the years of with which comes the promise that time will bring things together, and your problems can be solved. But for ho

The end stands silent on the horizon, beautiful colors of the sunset framing his dark figure. How fitting, is it, that something so saddening should come during a time where beauty is all around. I gaze up at the sky, taking in the orange and purple hues, smiling as I take the first step towards the end and feeling the soft grass of the field on my feet. The air was warm, but slowing turning chilled as a mid-summer evening would. The first few crickets have begun to chirp and the birds most normally have started their return home. I sniff and take in the scents of summer, all the while moving forward and growing closer to the rise where the e

Three years ago you came into my life, and now just eight days remain. Eight days to see your face, to hear your voice, and to just be with you. These months I have wasted, only fearing what could happen if I said a word, when what I feared was better than what I did. What I was doing. Now eight short days are all I have left, and still I find myself scared, only of losing that which let me be me. This past year has been much more than anything I can put into words, and I have no way to thank you for it. This letter and my writing is all I have to describe what is pounding at my brain, unable to bend the iron that contains it. A cold, metalli

A whisper upon the air and that same distinct smell. The light upon my way dimmed like a forever time between dusk and night. Moisture hung about me, similar to a chilled breeze from fall or spring. The first step falls just as the rain does; a single drop followed by many others. Soon soaked is an understatement to describe my body. Yet still, the steady rhythm of step after step after step befalls my lower limbs. I promised her I would get back to her one day, even if that meant traveling by foot across the world and back again. Many months, feet fall in front of feet. Every second passing is distance gained. Slowly, ever so slowly, things

The beating of my heart to the tapping of my fingers. The impatience of it all so exhausting and irking. This time today, the incoherent babble of explanations of things I implemented long ago. The pencil to my paper as written are the distractions for me. The movement of my hand, so sharp and exact, is calmingly settled into a rhythmic motion. Second nature, the shapes of these letters. Some become lost, only looking like scribbles or dots. The meaning remains clear, as it drags on and on. Screaming, wild classmates rattle around me, meaning the end of class is upon the cusp of the present, and in turn the past. The undisciplined animals de

The overwhelming feeling of wanting to run courses through my veins. My heart races as the minute hand ticks by another minute. One minute less before I can run. Run away. Run to where I want to be. Seven hours of waiting, now only minutes away. The teacher's words fall upon deaf ears, my hearing selective to the steady tick of that accursed, yet wonderful, clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock… Just one more minute as the hand moves again. This is it, the last of the year and the first of the rest. Please second hand, just advance your pace. Bring me what I wait for sooner than it would be. The seconds last hours as thirty ticks past. Come o

A warm feeling like sunlight spreads across my skin as I start sweating slightly. Again at the sight of her, I feel this way. Hard to ignore and hide as always. She just has a look to her that inspires interest and wonder. I don't want to stare, but I can't help glancing at her every once in a while. She is just too good looking not to look at. She looks at me and I turn away almost instantly, not wanting to be caught looking at her. Out of the corner of my eye, she smiles at me a bit and goes back to work. I do too, but it isn't long before I look again. She notices me and looks back at me, only this time I don't avert my eyes. A small smi

Fire burns throughout. It consumes the trees and fills the air with a dark, suffocating smoke. The underside of this black cloud is alit with the glow from the fire. The only thing untouched by it was the water, a silent strip of reflection amid a crackling inferno. As the night wore on, the fire moves on, leaving charred remains; ghosts of what was the past. The water still runs, however. Over stone and over earth, ever flowing on, and never stopping. As seasons change, ice freezes over the ribbon. Snow falls onto the ash, covering it for the time being. As winter moves to spring, the stream thaws and flows once more. The ash begins to be

The rays of sun beat down upon the field of wheat. Sweat on the back of my neck runs down my bare back, its purpose to cool me down, but I only grow warmer. My legs move me onward as I run. I do not know how far I will, I just know I must. A drive deep within me forces me to move towards something. Or is it away from something? The solitary life I have lived grows smaller behind me, just as the horizon changes before me. The sun's unblinking glare tries to drive me down, but I push onward. Nothing could stop me as I run. Only when I reach my destination will I stop. A memory of her face as I left that place forever crushes its way into me.