dear diary,
i flew today
and as my amethyst wings split the multicolored skies
and the golden cloud's kiss left the sweet taste of euphoria to bless by tongue
i flew,
the sun's warm glow bathing my features
as the sea below waved a wave as calm as the mighty screams of chaos
and, in return, i offered a sway of my hand.
i could feel the burn of icarus's ghostly eyes scorching my flesh as my arms reached to the beauty of heaven's flaming heart
and, finally,
i touched it.
it dripped like honey between my outstretched fingers,
puddling in the cracks of my skin,
ethereal,
golden,
it seeped into my bloodstream, breathing life into my dead veins and rhythm into my silenced chest.
it's warm touch trickled into my soul and
kissed my anxious thoughts into oblivion
and,
as i fell,
she whispered her name into the icy breeze.
"euphoria,"
the goddess spoke,
then,
something grabbed my wrist,
something darker than death,
something more silent than a corpse.
dear icarus,
is this how it feels?
to die a euphoric death at the hands of the sea's blissful waves
or, am i only suffering a godly insanity?